Layers. What a pain. How many today, to go from 37 to 60? What shall I wear? Give me a triangle of funky fabric, any day.
Hair. Need to style it, just a tad. A visor and a windlown mess just won't cut it.
Feet. Shoes? A wasted, pretty, red pedicure.
G-d made a mistake. He meant to land me in Kaua'i, island of love... princess of the islands. If we're lucky enough to revisit my favorite place, I'm just packing what you see. After all, a pareo can be styled many different ways! Ah, Elvis sang it best.
