This One Time at Swim Week …

{Top: Forever21, Lucy One-Piece: c/o Wet Swimwear. Shoes: c/o TJ Maxx. Bag:  Meet Spot Crossbody c/o LANY. Sunnies: c/o Christian RothPhotographed by Steffy Degreff.}

First things first: No, I don’t think I’m Madonna or Beyonce or any other one-named celeb who can just roam the earth in a leotard and heels and pretend pants don’t exist. I started off the day in pants. I swear. Legit pants. Actually, they were knit shorts made by my buddy Karelle Levy of Krel Wear. They were purple, short-short, high-waisted and adorable. I tied up my button-up, threw on some wedges and headed over to the Wet Swimwear party at the Delano. What a fun fete. The brand was kind enough to suit me up in its adorable Lucy one-piece. The pink pop, the retro shape, the belt! I couldn’t wait to wear it. The rest of the bloggers, dolled up in Wet’s suits, and I hung out poolside and had an awesome Sunday funday with yummy treats and delish white sangria. I may or may not have eaten like seven fried cheese sticks, but we’re not going to talk about that.

After fun in in the sun, it was time to head over to the next pool party, the Guess soiree at Ocho at Soho Beach House. The girls started to throw on their coverups and when I went to put on my shorts, they didn’t fit. It was like trying to put a bathing suit over a bathing suit, only with a pink bathing suit and random ruffles spewing out of the top and bottom. If only I’d worn jean shorts instead. But I didn’t. With the encouragement of my bloggers sisters to just tie up my shirt and go, I transitioned into the swim week pants-less wonder and strolled from one lobby to another in nothing but my suit and wedges.

Uncomfortable? You betcha. And I certainly didn’t feel like Beyonce or Madonna. Instead I felt exactly someone who forgot to put her pants on. And I wanted to explain to everyone why I was in heels and a bathing suit. That’s how this little post came to fruition. Trust me, I’d be the last person on earth to just run amok bottom-less. Sure it’s swim week and you can get away with things you normally couldn’t. But forgetting your pants? That’s going to need an explanation. So if you saw me that day, now you know why. Cue forgetting this even happened …

Photographed by Gabriel Sanchez.