Tan-fastic

One of my birthday presents, back in March, was a voucher for the beauty salon which is part of where my daughter works. I had a facial a month ago which was so relaxing and wonderful and today I went back for something else. Something I've never had before. Something that I kind of wanted but was a bit anxious about having. A spray tan. I love the feeling of being bronzed and think that psychologically, when I am tanned I feel better. But we all know the dangers of sunbathing and as a natural redhead, although I do tan, it is a slow process.
So today I found myself standing in just my knickers in a tent like structure with my hair in a shower cap being sprayed with 'Fake Bake'. You have an image in you mind, don't you? I can tell. I can almost see those smirks, hear those barely concealed sniggers of laughter! It was not a warm day today, so how stupid did I feel walking back to my car in strappy sundress and flip flops? You have to wear loose clothing afterwards to avoid rubbing it off.
The idea behind Fake Bake is that you leave it on overnight and it gradually darkens and darkens and then you shower off and it leaves your skin a golden brown. It adjusts to your own skin tone (apparently. I'll let you know tomorrow) It starts off pretty dark actually. I took a photo of myself on arrival home as proof. I was going to blog it. Really, I was. But I can't bring myself to do it.
My husband just arrived home. He's still laughing.
I do hope it DOES wash off or I'm in trouble.
See you tomorrow .....