I'm not a fan of tanning. I have avoided getting much sun exposure for about the past 30 years. When I think of basking in the sun, like I did when I was younger, it makes me cringe. I see it the same way a chicken probably sees being in a roasting pan set on 350 degrees. Pure torture. Why would I do that to myself?
But every so often I must admit, that a little bit of bronzing on the skin can look quite appealing, giving it that healthy looking glow. Recently I received a couple sample packets of a self-tanning cloth in my Birchbox shipment. I put them aside, figuring I would never use them, and would give them to my daughter. Then I remembered, my daughter likes to wear her skin in a whiter shade of pale. She goes for the Geisha look.
|Isn't she lovely ~ When she was little I called her "Hatsumomo"|
So a couple of nights ago, after partaking in a delicious vodka grapefruit (you must try the Trader Joe's Ruby Red Grapefruit Juice if you haven't), I decided for some reason that it would be the perfect time to try and apply the tanning cloth, I think it was mainly because my newly pink polished toenails were crying out for a little color to complement them.
The cloth seemed easy enough to apply, just rub along the foot, up the leg, making sure to apply a bit less around the knee and ankle. There, beautiful. In the morning I knew I would wake to freshly sun kissed skin and I could slip on my Cinderella summer sandals. But what I got instead was a solid week of wearing long pants and boots, because frankly, I looked ridiculous.
So another lesson learned. Or at least I hope it took. You think I would have learned that one by now, but as I've mentioned before, sometimes it just takes me a little longer. But what I did learn was this, I am what I am. Leave well enough alone. And you know what, there's something to be said for white skin ~ if that's what you come with, wear it, and wear it well, it is just another shade of beautiful!
|My feet are looking damn good|