I am interrupting my Switzerland adventures for this important announcement:
My legs look like glow sticks.
I am of Irish descent, and that means that I have been pasty white my entire life. You might be thinking, "wow, Sara, have you tried sunless tanning or tanning beds?"
Please, people, I have tried everything on the market to get that sun-kissed glow.
When I tried Coppertone's new sunless tanning spray last week, the orange results prompted my friend to tell me about the new revelation called "airbrushing." For $30, I get to stand with my post-baby body in front of a 19-year-old with perky boobs and a machine that kind of looks like the bug sprayer my lawn guy uses. I didn't care as long as I looked golden for approximately 10 days.
And...it worked. It was glorious. I have been wearing every short dress and pair of shorts I own before the clock strikes midnight and the glow sticks return.
I fear that day arrived today. I look like a polka-dotted mess. My "tan" is literally flaking off, and not very evenly, I might add. I don't care. For one, blessed week, I joined the ranks of the Coppertone models.
Without the, um, skinny and flawless body.