I really have never thought about getting a spray tan. After all, there really hasn’t been an occasion that would warrant it and so it wasn’t really on my radar. When we starting planning this tropical excursion, I suddenly became mindful of my pasty skin. The thought of plopping down on a lounge chair with the overwhelming glare from my middle-age body made me shudder.
So, I scheduled a spray tan. The reality is that approaching fifty has kind of thrown me into a realm of trying new things. This experience can put one into a very vulnerable position. After all, you are basically baring it all with someone spraying you. The gratitude is that the woman I went to was someone I already knew. She had graciously allowed me to feature her home a couple of years ago, so the comfort level was helpful. Plus, she was flexible on however, I wanted to do it, so I didn’t have to be “au naturel” which to this squishy, pleasantly plump lady, was the icing on the cake.
What did I think? I loved it and am now questioning why I haven’t done it earlier. It was easy, inexpensive, and made me look sun-kissed versus an Oompa-Lumpa. I have never considered myself vain, but there is an added confidence when your skin glows.
So, there you have it. I have discovered the fountain of temporary youth. This sun-kissed woman is ready to embrace the adventure of cruising with a collection of women and will be signing off until I return. In the meantime, writing ideas will dance in my head.
Square Peg, Round Hole 