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50 Shades of Brittny

So the tanning thing.

Let’s discuss.

You may remember I got an airbrush tanning machine for my birthday this year.

Because I am so tired of being pale all the time!!

When I got it, I was elated, and knew it would be the cure to all my pale problems.

And it was.

Sort of.

Turns out I developed a love/hate relationship with the thing. It just depends on the point of the week in which I’m lavishing its praises or ready to throw it off a cliff.

The tanning machine.

The sort of cure to my paleness.

The first few weeks were a lot of trial and error.

After all, P and I were by no means skilled at this system (I know you’re shocked). We simply watched a couple YouTube videos and we ready to make ourselves orange glowy.

Those first few weeks?

That was fun!

We had streaky ankles, freakishly orange hands, and random white spots.

Thankfully, however, through (a lot of) trial and error, we were able to (sort of) become pros with our technique, which resulted in, (for the most part), a nice even tan.

For the most part.

Which also resulted in, for the most part, happy, glowy girls.

For the most part.

The first few days after receiving a spray tan are pretty well amazing. You feel like you can do anything, wear anything, or be anything.

Yes, it is true.

In fact, I might run for president.

Only… at some point, halfway into the week, things begin to rapidly deteriorate.

The tan on our faces and hands begins to fade (since it gets the most washings).

When I workout and sweat like a pig, it begins to come off in those areas.

Also, a phenomenon we have deemed as “giraffe-ing” occurs, in which our skin sort of starts to take on a multi colored pattern similar to that of a giraffe.

And it’s awesome.

If you like looking like a complete freak, that is.

So we pretty much spend the last part of the week cursing the tan, trying to cover up and wash it off.

Not exactly ideal.

For some reason, my tan never fades as crappily as P’s- but make no mistake, mine definitely does fade crappily.

We exfoliated more on the day of our tans.

Didn’t work.

We switched to more DHA friendly body washes.

Didn’t work.

We changed solution brands.

Didn’t work.

We stopped showering altogether!

Okay, I’m lying- but I still bet that wouldn’t work. Although… maybe that WOULD work!

Ugh.

Again, not exactly ideal.

So we opted just to take our lumps, and instead of trying to figure out how to fix the funky fading giraffe-ness, we are going to simply switch up the days we tan, in hopes we can at least enjoy the beauty of brozneness over the weekend and start giraffe-ing at the start of the week when everyone is “blah” anyway.

So the price of being tan?

Apparently is worth it, splotchiness 50% of the time and all.

Maybe one day I will actually take a class to learn the right way.

Until then, I’ll take feeling like a star 3 ½ days out of the week.

Pass the touch up cream.

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brittny I'm B-Love. Lover of God, my husband Will, my doggies, OU football, weight training, plyometrics healthy eating (mostly!), peanut butter, and all things health related. Buckle up and get ready for my constant embarrassing moments, health and fitness tips,and my effort to rely on Christ while living life in the real world. Follow me on Feedly! Sign up for monthly emails at blove@theblovelife.com!


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