I’m excited to say that this post is coming to you from Utah! That’s right, I survived a move without my husband and a cross-country road trip with my Dad thanks to my Dad. I’m joking of course about the “with my Dad” part. I actually survived the road trip because of him. 30 hours of driving myself with my tiny sleep deprived terrorists probably would’ve gotten me nothing but a reservation at the loony bin. My Dad kept me sane. I may have learned a lot more about politics and how to successfully run for President of The United States and subsequently run the country than I care to know about but I am a more informed person because of it. And, hey, I am alive. Plus, thanks to my Dad, I spent no money in gas the whole trip. Either my car magically gets 150 miles to the gallon when my Dad is driving or he is “berry berry sneaky” with his credit cards each time I had to take a pit stop. (I was seriously worried I was pregnant with how many times I had to drain my geriatric bladder!) Honestly, my Dad is the most giving person I know. This was MY trip cross-country and he paid for everything. Not only did he save me mentally but I now have a lot more shopping money money for buying hunting things like duck blinds, bullets and beef jerky. (I put that part in there for when my Hubby reads this.)
With Utah comes beautiful Fall weather! The day we left Florida it was 94 degrees. The week leading up to the move I sweat more than I ever had in my life. Like, I had literally never experienced sweat dripping off my face until the day we cleaned out my attic. I got to experience sweat dripping into my eyeballs and the stinging effect it produces. It was … I was going to say eye-opening but, in fact, I couldn’t open my eyes after that. Fast forward a week and we are experiencing a nice cool breeze and drinking our pumpkin steamers!
So, sitting here wearing my scarf and jumping into piles of leaves, this swimsuit plastered post seems a little out of season. But for all my friends in Florida, I know you’re still frequenting the beach. So, perfect timing in your neck of the woods. And all my other friends, this isn’t a post about a swimsuit. This post is all about Cleo Madison, an adorable boutique who, lucky for you, sells more than just swimsuits.
Cleo Madison contacted me before our trip to Mexico and sent me this adorable high waist bikini. High waist bikinis were my jam this summer. And they will be all winter too. I’m not quite ready to let them go. I’ll probably be wearing them around the house occasionally, you know, for tidying up and cooking and such. Especially this one. I didn’t get to wear it enough to say goodbye just yet. So if it takes me a few minutes to answer the door .. you know why.
This suit is so fun and unique. You can’t quite tell in the pictures but the bottoms have small black polka dots to tie in the top. The top is so stinking cute. It’s crocheted guys. Crocheted! When I was in high school my Mom used to talk about this adorable white crocheted bikini she had when she was in High School. It was her favorite and ever since then I have always wanted to find a crocheted swim suit. Mostly because I thought it would make me look as hot as her. No such luck in my case. My mom is smokin’ hot. And even more so back in the day when she used to lay out 21 hours of the day at the KOA pool down there in Hurricane, Utah and she was 50 shades of tan. We’ve previously discussed my skin and its inability to attract the sun. We needn’t revisit the issue.
So, in retrospect, this swimsuit isn’t going to give you a tan. But, it’s too cute and has a hint of vintage sewn into it. Also, since the summer is fading, this suit is 25% off! Now is the best time to buy for next summer guys! And the BEST part of this post is that Cleo Madison has MORE than just swimsuits! They have all the essentials for fall (or late summer for all you Floridians). You need to check them out and either get this swimsuit to wear while you’re doing chores around the house (your husband will thank me). Or get one their perfect fall dresses and sip on some more of those (insert Mormon hot drinks because I can’t think of anything else that Mormons drink from Starbucks besides Pumpkin Steamers. Please comment with your favorite Starbucks drinks so I can branch out.) You’ll fall in love with their shop …. No pun intended (crying with laughter emoji because I crack myself the frick up!).
Thanks for reading friends!
Xoxo
Jamie Ericksen