I had worn the swimsuit only one time and knew it had gone through the wash. My family was on our way to Lagoon Amusement Park and I went to the laundry room to retrieve my suit. I was saddened to see the bottoms had discolored as there had been a bleach spill. My top, fortunately, had not been bleached. The bottoms had become an ugly brown resembling soiled diapers. The top, fortunately, hid the bottoms. I figured it would be okay to wear them.
|this is not the exact suit but does resemble the style|
Until that day, I was unaware how harmful too much bleach can be and how bleach combined with water can make fabric disintegrate – which is what happened in the pool. I don’t know how soon after I started playing in the water that they disappeared. I had been in the pool for a while (I think) before I realized that my bottom was bare.
I remember making my way to the edge of the pool and asking my mom to hand me a towel.
“They are just right there,” she said pointing to the towels on the nearby ground.
“I know,” I said, holding the bottom of my suit top so that it wouldn’t float up and expose me more than I already was. “Could you hand me one?”
Of course mom did not realize until after I had gotten out why I just didn’t lean down to get it myself. There may have been pieces of fabric floating around in the pool – but not enough to identify as my bottoms. It certainly could have been a more embarrassing situation. I remember that I was mortified at the time. I didn’t find the humor in it until many years later.