If you know me, or have been a reader of this blog for the past year, you know or have heard me say (more than once) that my skin tone is pretty much that of the underbelly of a frog.
I’ve told you, on occasion, about Edward Scissorhands, my dermatologist, who in the past five years has sliced me and diced me and drastically reduced the number of freckles I have. Because of this, coupled with my frog skin, I’m a big fan of SPF…and a veritable connoisseur of self tanner, which I have a definite love/hate relationship with. Love having my skin appear lifelike, but hate hate hate the odor of virtually every self tanner out there and/or the faint sparkle they leave behind (if I wanted to look like a vampire, this whole process wouldn’t be necessary). Over the years, through much trial and error, I’ve perfected the art of the streak free application (mostly). Last year I even bucked up and tried Mystic Tan the day before my nephew’s wedding. Raise your hand if you remember how that turned out for me.
You guys. It doesn’t smell. OR leave you looking like a hispanic showgirl. And because it’s a mousse it’s super easy to rub on without leaving streaks.
Unless you are my 17 year old daughter.
Although relatively freckle free, poor Thing 1 inherited my alabaster Cullen skin, and Sunday night decided she wanted to try out the new tanner I kept singing the praises of (doesn’t take much to excite me).
T1 (dripping wet from shower): Hey, how do I use that tanner?
Monday I got this text (with photos that wouldn’t fit on the screenshot) from her in the middle of the day-
Thankfully both of us were rolling on the floor crying with laughter for about 15 minutes, and after soaking in a hot bath and using an exfoliating scrub with a loofah, it’s barely noticeable today.
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