The Disintegrating Pantsuit

It's been one long, wonderful day of Pantsuitin'.

Bart, I mean,"Mr. Tangerine Man", and I started the day fully Pantsuited at Island Entertainment video store,ready to work on our art project.

We spent a crafty day on our project, and we were thrilled with it when we were done.

 I will post the photos of this tomorrow, but it's too much to delve into tonight.

Upon completion of our project, we went gallery hopping...

 

We saw some great art. I even made a couple of great art trades with friends!

We then goofed off wherever the Pantsuitin' seemed good. Signs that the Obamas are here are all around, and there is definitely electricity in the air.

I was having Pantsuit failure, but I didn't really care. I lost the arms in the morning, and felt like my light blue studded Pantsuit was going to give me a draft-aft at any moment.

 But it somehow managed to stay more or less in one piece. 

We decided to end the day with a swim in the ocean...Pantsuitin' style.

Ocean Pantsuitin' has got to be one of life's greatest pleasures. I really mean that. I wonder if Hillary has ever tried it?

Bart calls his Pantsuit "eerily form-fitting", and compares his to a Super Hero suit.

Though he was tossed around in the waves, his Pantsuit held up beautifully.

Mine however, was like a rare flower that only blooms for a day, and then must die.

Bart as an Italian model modeling the latest in Pantsuit beachwear. 

It was about this time that my Pantsuit decided to give up the ghost. All the people on the beach laughed as it disintegrated in front of their eyes.

From the designer to the thrift shop, 

from the closet to the sea,

this Pantsuit returns to the ocean,

and on some distant shore...

becomes a polyester tree.

Goodbye light blue studded Pantsuit!