The Art of the Spray Tan

I learned how to be a woman slowly after years of building layer upon layer of my knowledge. Most of the information filtered to me through friends or older girls who took me under their wing. I remember once, when I was still pretty young, pausing in my nightly ritual before I was off to some club or party to think all this is a lot of work. The shaving, the lotions, the clothes, the makeup, curling the hair and the clothes it was all so much energy just for a few hours of fun and yet I still did it.

That leads me to my wedding shower where I turned to two girlfriends and asked if they had ever gotten a spray tan. You see I got some pretty funky tan lines at my Bachelorette party weekend and I was interested in whether or not I should apply makeup or take the plunge and get my first spray tan.

They both raved over how wonderful the spray tan was and even showed me the proper spray tan stance shown here:



Arms out, legs slightly spread just to make sure the SPRAY gets into all the crevices.

Still apprehensive even after their assurances I turned to the internet where I read horror story after horror story. The internet can be a blessing or a curse all that information at the tip of your fingers and having to weed through it all to find the correct information.

I don’t know these girls but love the photo, see here.

I think to stay on the safe side I am going to use makeup to cover up the worst of the lines and try spray tanning another time when it will be perfectly acceptable to hole up in my house for a month if the tan goes horribly awry.