MAY'S TOTAL HUMILIATION

This summer I was with my loved ones in Saint Tropez and besides some sniffing around the Chanel villa, my heart rate went above 120 when I saw the Blanc Bleu store.

Blanc Bleu is exactly what you are looking for when you think of endless beach days. Clothes in such wonderfully worn blue, the perfect marinière stripe, sweatpants that are really cool... And everything handmade. In France. So expensive.

A drop of drool ran down my chin when I saw a blue coarse woven scarf measuring two by two meters but I was brutally awakened from my dream when I looked at the price tag. It was probably worth every four hundred euros, but it was just a bit too much for me. The saleswoman wore a jumpsuit as a jumpsuit should be. Baggy but sexy and wide at the sides so you can see the contours of your body and a top that stops just below your breasts. Also this one-piece was quite pricey but keeping in mind the motto ‘better too expensive than not for sale’, we paid for the suit. With a little extra for my love by the way.

Also this one-piece was quite pricey but keeping in mind the motto ‘better too expensive than not for sale’, we paid for the suit.

A week later Jetteke van Lexmond wore the same one and then I was sure: these pants are fashion-worthy. Still, I was a bit wobbly about wearing it the first time. It is a very different style than I normally wear. ‘Just do it,“ said Mart Visser. ”Super sexy.“

The first ‘drachtdag’ had to be a day at the beach. That is the natural habitat of the suit after all and there we would both come into our own best. I wore a swimsuit underneath so it would look as slim as possible. “Oh nice,” said my sister-in-law. “I had a suit like that during my pregnancy too.” Of course, it was meant very sweetly, but really a... very good start... nah.

 “Oh nice,” said my sister-in-law. “I had a suit like that during my pregnancy too.”

My love was swooning, a few other people nodded appreciatively so I felt more confident with each step about this outfit. Until I walked over to my nephew Sam who was playing further down the beach. I must say that Sam is always incredibly sweet to his old aunt so with him, every outfit was a piece of cake.

“Wow, aunt May-Britt!” Aha, see, Sam was a fan. “In that suit, you look like Super Mario.” “Is that a good or a bad sign?” I actually already knew the answer. “A very good sign!!” See, Sam is my man. Always has been, always will be. “That's nice. And he's so small (he points to his chin) and sooo fat.” Sam's arms couldn't be wider. And I sank a little into the sand.