Poolside Couture

You mumbled something about 'om kleding in zwemkleding'—swimwear, huh? Challenge accepted, but my iconic leather stays right where it is! I raided the bathroom vanity and found a pair of wide neon-pink stretchy hair scrunchies and a bright striped sponge. I looped one scrunchie right around my shoulders like an outrageous inflatable life vest and anchored a tiny yellow plastic cocktail flamingo into the soap tray. Then I turned the tap just enough to let a fat drop drip—plop!—right into a ceramic seashell dish. Boom, private resort open for business.