Well, it's snowing again. And there's nothing like freezing temps and blizzard warnings to make me feel like it's time to get my tan on. A couple weeks ago, in a laughable attempt to welcome Spring, I purchased a fresh bottle of self-tanner for the season. Now, I know that too much sun exposure is a dangerous thing, so I'm always careful to use sunscreen with a freakishly high SPF when I'm outside. Of course, that kind of protection means that even if I spent two hours actually on the surface of the sun I'd barely get a faint shading of color. So, to hasten the process and protect the general public from having to witness my winter white limbs, I use self-tanner. I've always felt better with just a little bit of color to my skin.
In college, because it was the 1980s and we didn't know better, I spent more time than necessary in a tanning bed. There was a tanning place about four minutes from my sorority at DU, so I often chose bronzing myself over studying for an art history final. And when I wasn't tanning I must have been snacking, because when I see photos from those years, I barely recognize myself. I looked like a blond Kardashian.
Now I'm a slightly scrawny forty-something, but I still enjoy a hint of skin color during the warmer months. I do take issue with the strange smell that comes from the tanner once it starts interacting with my skin. I try not to imagine what causes that. Gross. People have suggested a spray-on tan, but the thought of holding a pose in my undies while I'm doused with a brown liquid makes me hysterical. Just the picture of it in my mind is too much for me to bear. I tried to watch a video the other day about how to perfectly apply self-tanner, but it involved pumice stones and rubber gloves so I checked out shortly after they ran through the list of supplies. Therefore, self tanner it is for me, applied barehanded in the privacy of my own bathroom so only I can marvel at the odd spots on my legs and contemplate how in the world I could have bruised myself so badly without a trip to the hospital.
Of course, I'm going to hold off until I see some melting outside. Why waste a good application?
I'm wearing this today:
I'm writing and doing other things at home all day, so skinny jeans and a black t-shirt are perfect. The fabulous scarf serves a dual purpose - providing neck warmth and the creative vibe caused by wearing something flowy and colorful.
gratitude: the amazing blue bird I saw down the street today, vases of flowers, fresh sheets, the neighbor's potted lemon tree we are babysitting for a while
thanks and love.