When Hell freezes over you will find me in this amazing Missoni bikini. I will be a bit cold, but look darling. Until that time, I will re-live (in my mind) the days I pranced around, without a care, in bathing suits that were held together by sheer will. The kind of suits I tell my daughters are too skimpy. The kind that leave nothing to the imagination. The kind I wore when I met my husband.