One of my bridesmaids introduced me to something called "Fantasy Tan." She had used it for her own wedding, which I was in, and she looked AMAZING. With my bridals fast approaching, I new I had to do SOMETHING about my skin. Ya know- so I wouldn't completely match my dress?
Real tanning was out of the question since my mom and dad have both had problems with skin cancer.
Remembering how great my friend looked for her wedding, I called, got the info, and scheduled an appointment for my very own "Fantasy Tan."
Basically, I stood naked in front of a stranger as she airbrushed my entire body. What a great way to end the work day, huh?
And I'm sure some of you are thinking,
"Wow- airbrush! How glamourous! They do that to celebrities!"
Yes. Yes, they do... after the darn pictures are taken.
This process was much colder and less glamourous, let me assure you.
Cold compressed air all over my bare skin? Yeah, just a bit awkward and, well, nipply.
To avoid any uh-oh's, I read all of the warnings and recommendations beforehand. I exfoliated, removed all makeup, lotion, deodorant, and wore an old pair of skivvies. (Which is humorous in itself because I grabbed the oldest ones I could find and completely ignored the fact that they were lace. Now I have a fun design along my hips. It just screams, "Check out this
But honestly, knowing that Tim won't be seeing any of my "lace" parts before June, I wasn't too concerned with my little undies whoopsie. In fact, I wasn't really worried about the results of my *tan* at all when I left the salon.
Until this morning...
I suppose I rubbed my skin in my sleep, because somehow the inside of my hands are ORANGE!
She didn't even spray my hands!
Luckily I have a few days for it to fade/scrub the heck out of my hands. And thank goodness, the rest of my body is even and doesn't resemble an oompa loompa.
It's the little things, I suppose.