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Thursday, April 23, 1981

Wednesday, July 8, 1981

Tuesday, March 22, 1983

Monday, May 20, 1985

Tuesday, May 21, 1985

Monday, May 9, 1988

Tuesday, May 10, 1988

Sunday, August 23, 1992

Sunday, May 2, 1993

Friday, June 25, 1993

Sunday, July 18, 1993

Monday, February 23, 2009

Thursday, April 22, 2010

Wednesday, July 7, 2010

Tuesday, March 20, 2012

Lynn's Comments: Those of us who still want to retain some dignity on the beach have a hard time finding the swimwear to do it in. When I vented my frustration in the paper, I would always get mail from grateful women who shared my point of view.
Monday, May 19, 2014

Lynn's Comments: Waterbeds were all the rage in the '80s, so we bought one. It was a miserable thing. The heater was defective, so the mattress was often clammy and cold. Putting the sheets on took practice. We had to pull up the edge of the mattress, then work a band of elastic under this blubbery, rolling water-filled sack while skinning our knuckles on the frame. It occurred to me that it was kind of like dressing something warm, large, and flabby!
Tuesday, May 20, 2014

Lynn's Comments: I actually thought I was overweight when I drew this. I thought the bulge I drew on my tummy was enormous. It amazes me now to think that I saw myself as unattractive. On the other hand, a little ego bruising at the time was a good thing!
Tuesday May 9, 2017

Lynn's Comments: When those thigh-exposing, bosom-baring bathing suits came out, I was one of millions unwilling to buy one. I waited until the elastic was shot in my old ones before I even looked.
Wednesday May 10, 2017

Lynn's Comments: I went from store to store trying to find something that was both youthful and attractive. It wasn't an easy task. The choice was "fogey" or "fatale."
Sunday August 22, 2021

Sunday May 1, 2022

Lynn's Comments: This Sunday was the result of a "what if" scenario. I was in a department store change booth trying on bathing suits with a growing sense of doom. Everything seemed designed to accentuate my worst assets. My daughter was old enough to know not to escape and lead me on a chase through a busy mall, but the thought crossed my mind. What if I had to run out in public wearing the disastrous suit I was struggling into? This idea made its way onto the Sunday page, and the result was a flood of letters from other moms similarly disgusted by the cruel offerings foisted on us by bathing suit manufacturers.
Friday June 24, 2022

Sunday July 17, 2022
