Egg Salad Thongs

I've tried wearing lots of things you can find at a salad bar. Not because I'm fashion forward, but because I try to eat as much as possible at the actual bar before I head to the register where they weigh it. All the baby corn usually winds up in my hair and and in my turtleneck. Rihanna must've been watching me at CiCi's all-you-can-eat pizza/salad/dessert buffet last week and gotten hypnotized by the stunning beauty that was me speckled with Russian dressing. I can't blame her.

Here she is in Barbados this morning rocking a bathing suit that looks like sliced eggs in a Cobb salad.