Lately my daughter Lil’ P and I have been going to the beach first thing in the morning. Today we were greeted by some good-ole Flagler shore pound, which made a swim a little bit tricky. We were content to sit in the sand and let the waves wash over us as sand made it’s way into all possible crevices. This immediately reminded me of the dreaded “pocket” in the bottom of all my bathing suits. An unfinished lining that would collect everything swimming in the sea and cause you to feel as though you had a giant sandbag in your pants. Those were the days- Cheers.