Fun Fun Fun!

     

    
       Rosie is simply desperate for a big dose of vitamin D and a bucket of mojitos. So I'm taking off to Varadero to dig my toes into the sparkling white sand and hang with my favourite Cuban missiles- Eduardo and Raoul. But what heat- seeking device to wear?  My old flame Eduardo will take me marlin fishing  (Last year I caught a baracuda). And  later in the week, an evening at the Tropicana with Raoul. So I must pack a selection of beachwear and evening wear. All in frothy and fruity colours I shouldn't have to tell you that my number one shopping destination is The Wild Rose. The Southern Exposure section is out now and I always find something Beachy and Bootalicious, yet demure and ladylike. ( But not too prim!) 

     I have been cruising those racks for over 10 years now- since Eduardo was just a pup. Scored my first vintage bathing suit there way back in the last century. I recommend vintage swimsuits for all you beach Cougars. Like the pyramids, those ancient swimsuits have serious architectural features- boning and ruching which allow all the excess bits to be pushed to where it's needed -the cleavage and the buttocks. Oh baby! So much more flattering than a tawdry string bikini. We'll reserve those nasty little rags for the Eurotrash. Eeeeeew! and speaking of Eurotrash, why do all their men wear those obscene Speedos? Honestly, I like a bit of mystery, don't you? Like Eduardo. I mean, I don't even know his full name. But he's got excellent teeth, and that's all that really matters. Well, almost. 

     For a mere $29 I snagged a divine handerchief cotton halter dress for my jaunt to Havana. And since Raoul is such an enthusiastic Mambo King, I'll have to pack my most dance friendly sandals.That pair of Ferragamo wedgies should be perfect. Purchased for full price (GASP!) in a nano second after receiving a tax rebate. And I have no regrets.They are worth all 50,000 pennies. Sometimes a gal just has to pay retail.