Adventures of a Cotton Camisole
On Fire Island, it rocked cocktail time, paired with a gypsy skirt.
On a Jamaican beach at 6AM, it gave cover during exercise.
In a Parisian morning downpour, it was just decent under my raincoat.
Layered over a bikini, it surfed Maui.
In the Floating World of Kyoto, it felt right as I gazed from my balcony.
Biking in Thailand, it was my air-conditioning.
Fly-fishing in Montana required a tight little camisole to offset the mosquito gear.
In Yellowstone, it peeked out from a flannel shirt.
In sunny Havana, a camisole is the only thing.
The thermal baths at Iceland’s Blue Lagoon saw a wet camisole.
It looked sporty In a Madagascar hammock as I played the guitar.
In Patagonia, we slept.
Home now. Laundry done. I fold my camisole and see it all again.