This afternoon, I saw these shorts on sale — or something very much like them. I believe they are supposed to be a beach cover up, over a swimsuit. However, they are so uniquely strange that I called them “awesomely awful” or “awfully awesome.” Awfulsome?
I saw these beauties with my friend, Beth, who said that I needed too tell a story about them. I agree.
Here’s the thing: someone designed these bolero bathing shorts; someone selected and bought the fabric and trim; someone else sewed them; and another team of people packaged and delivered them. Then someone unpacked them, and put them on display, so we could ponder their existence today.
I have a few questions.
- Throughout this lengthy process from design to manufacturing to retail, did no one stop and question the need, or at least the demand for this product?
- If there is a demand, then who exactly is the demographic for bobbled shorts?
- If someone bought them, would they wear them?
- If someone wore them, would the gobbles get…um…entangled?
- Have the chafing implications been considered?
It’s been a rough few days, with work stress, illness, and frigid weather making the days more difficult than they could be. Somehow seeing this ridiculously cheerful and impractical clothing gave me a little amusement, and reminded me of the sunny days to come, when we all get to wear our silly sunshine clothes.
So while I know these are just an example of fashion hubris and mass production, I prefer to think those little shorts were designed to give us hope that the winter will end, in all their awesome awfulness.