For the love of Pete! Since this blog is linked through my website, I can’t do a darned thing with it. Can’t open it outside of the website. Can’t access the admin part of the website on my mobile. Half the time, can’t navigate through to the blog from the office.
Please, please, please forgive me for yet another change. BUT, it isn’t really a change. Same name. Same blog content. Same blog provider. Just a wee little link change so that I can access the blog and post more often.
http://theoutsidelane.wordpress.com/
If you forget the address, just search for theoutsidelane.
http://theoutsidelane.wordpress.com/
By the way, I am also rolling my LJ into this. Now that I like my job, I never post there anymore. LOL
I am useless at blogging these days. I used to have more to say. Either I’m tired, or just tired of my own opinions lately. Besides, I’m writing a weekly fashion piece for TV Management. That requires me to actually think.
But in my world, last you knew, I was planning on having a spray tan. I have since had one. I am almost back to normal, having been gorgeously tan for exactly one day.
Over the course of the first day, my “Medium” color developed into a very dark brown. After a shower, I was a glorious sunkissed brown, and spent day two admiring my legs. However, it turns out that skin sheds differently in different places, meaning that spray tans wear off faster in high sloughing/shedding areas. As of today, except for where it settled into some dry places, my face and legs are pale again, as are my arms, back and belly. My neck, my armpits, ears, and chest are still the color of toast.
I think I will give it one more try on the “Light” setting, just to see. Meanwhile, I bought some self tanner to put on my legs. That way, I can continue to admire those without having to worry about all the patches in between.
I am pale. By pale, I mean that strangers have wrinkled their noses at me and said, “Damn, girl! Get some sun!” Doctors have asked if I would like a prescription for PABA. Manicurists and Pedicurists frequently exclaim over my coloring, not in admiration. Small children have pointed out that I am unusually white, and that you can see an unusual number of my veins through my skin. I sunburn, but don’t tan. If I blister, when I peel, I am whiter where the skin is new. I do freckle, but even my freckles are a golden blonde. There is nothing dark on my body.
Growing up in a family of tan (or at least tanner than I) people, with cousins who turned the most beautiful rosy brown in the summer, and having friends who were generally glowing dark and golden, and dealing with the aforementioned commentary has made me very self conscious. Where I take solace in Nicole Kidman, and Julianne Moore, and Dita Von Teese, I also recognize that I am no wispy thing like these ladies. And let’s face it, cooked meat always looks better than raw.
But what to do? I don’t want to be orange. I don’t want to be sunburned.
Tomorrow morning I have an appointment for sunless tanning that is supposed to be natural looking and lovely. We shall see.
I’ll keep you posted.
