Everyone is scurrying around to try and finish up wedding details for my SIL and her fiance, Matt, henceforth known as "G". SIL has changed the little girls' dresses twice, before finally settling on a lovely hot pink number that more closely matches my ombre maxi dress that adds 10 lbs to my frame (and trust me, I do NOT need an extra ten). We are heading down to "arrogantly shabby" Pawley's Island on Thursday afternoon for a wedding weekend extravaganza. I have my Lilly Pulitzer ready to go for the rehearsal dinner and just bought hubby a pair of madras shorts - his first - that go great with his blue RL polo. I'll make a Southern prep out of him yet!
But our flurry of excitement has a small problem - the fact that my skin looks like it belongs in a '70's *ahem* flick - one of those. Yes, my skin is orange. My war on sunless tanning began six weeks ago when I decided to be completely out of character and be prepared for something - namely not to look like a ghostly bridesmaid or be on my way to melanoma city before I hit 45. I have LITERALLY tried the whole L'Oreal Sublime Tan line. This past weekend (of course it had to be the weekend before the wedding) I tried the L'Oreal Sublime Gradual Sunless Tan. It promised to be a foolproof way of getting a streakless, lovely tan, well, gradually. Uh, whatever. I am so streaked up and down (and I had help applying the stuff) that I look like I went for a roll in the dirt. Definitely not the look I was going for. My right leg is deep orange and my left is splotched deep orange and white - I look like a true, die hard Clemson Tiger fan. Maybe I could keep this orange thing going until football season?
Point being, I am going home tonight (after Jazzercise of course) to bathe with baking soda. Apparently, that helps. Also prayer. Prayer for me and my orangina skin would be greatly appreciated.
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