lockdown lows, I bought a swimsuit. Not a dependable, sturdy (for what woman anywhere ever dreams of sturdy?) racerback, but a designer swimsuit – one with cutouts and ruching and an overcomplicated one-shoulder construction; one that I saw and knew I would never be able to justify, but that nonetheless I needed in my life.It’s not that I located some previously undiscovered indoor pool at home (surely one of the perks of a private indoor pool would be never needing a swimsuit at all).
No, I was summoning the transportive power of fashion: the semi-magical ability of the right purchase, at the right time, to make you feel that much closer to a desired state or place.Apparently I wasn’t the only one shopping for a new ’suit.
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