Every once in a while, I think about things I want to write about and create a draft post to save for later. The idea is that I’ll finish it up and actually post it.
That hasn’t happened in a while. Mostly because I keep thinking of timely posts… one in particular, it would be rather silly to post now…
Well, despite the fact that it’s been damn near 70 this weekend, writing about how I’m sad to see summer fade away into the rain days of fall… well, I’m a bit more than late on that. Don’t get me wrong, I love fall. I went to college in what was affectionately, and deservingly, known as the Maple City… Fall was beautiful there.
But there’s one particular thing about summer I was (am still sad) about in terms of summer ending. I never got to wear my new bikini.
My plan was to write about my despair in purchasing a new bikini (well, one and half, one new bottom and two tops) and never getting to wear them (outside of trying them on at home). This post, which missed it’s time frame, was to include one piece of photographic evidence of this new bikini that I loved so much. The bikini that still lives in its store bag.
I never got to wear my new bikini. I never got to blog about missing summer. You never got the gratuitous bikini photo.
Maybe next year?