The better part of my morning has been enjoying some pictures from yesterday’s bridal shower – toilet paper wedding dresses, colorful foods, beaming smiles.
You know what else I noticed? It’s only August 1st and my legs are already losing their summer tan. Sounds like I’m going to have to put Brian back to work.
A while back I enlisted my husband to help me apply self-tanner, specifically on my back. You see, I have a masterpiece tattoo back there. (No, seriously, it’s won two trophies.) So the last thing that I want to do is muddle it under some self tanner. The only problem is that I’d really like to have a nice complexion all around the tattoo. While I’m capable of slathering the rest of my body in self-tanner, it’s a little tricky avoiding the tattoo.
I yelled from the bathroom, “Briiiiiiii-an! Can you come help me tan my back?”
Brian came in, “Here give it to me.”
Me, “No, wait! First, will you goop up my tattoo with regular lotion?”
Me, “…Are you staying inside the lines?”
Brian, “Yes!” (Then he reached for a washcloth to wipe the edges because that was, in fact, not true.)
Me, “Now, you can’t just spray me with the self-tanner. You have to know the right way or I’ll get streaky.”
Brian, “I can do this! I’m a painter!”
“All right,” I quizzed him, “how many inches away do you hold it from my back?”
Brian, “Eight to twelve?”
“SIX. It’s SIX inches away… And you have to wash your hands right away or your palms will get really dark and funky.”
Brian, “Eh. My hands are dark anyway.”
I could see that he didn’t have an appropriate, respectful fear of self-tanner. His nonchalance should have made me nervous. But I held out hope that this might end well. I explained that the most even way to apply this was to spray a gentle mist down my back, pendulating back and forth. Now, this isn’t like air-brush-makeup spray. Once applied, you have to then rub this spray in.
So there I was, naked in the shower, facing the wall, hoping for the best. He began to spray. I have few words to describe just how many self-tanner rules he was breaking in the first five seconds. What should have felt like a gentle, back-and-forth mist from six inches away felt, instead, like the spray was his eyes and – from three inches away – his ‘eyes’ were reading fine print down my back.
Me, “That’s too much! That’s too muuuuuuuch!”
Brian, “Man, this stuff looks like dirt! Your back’s gonna be black!”
Me, “Wax on, wax off! Wax on , wax oooooooffffffffff!”
I felt utterly helpless. There was nothing I could do. While the rubbing in should have felt like the karate kid waxing my back, instead it felt like the pattern a squirrel might run if my dogs were chasing it. Needless to say we had to wipe down and start all over. I repeated my lecture and this time Brian made some mental notes. I have to admit that once he finished round two, my complexion looked mighty nice!
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I can hear him saying “Eh.”
still giggling over the squirrel comment …. hee hee hee
um… this happened to me, two weeks ago, but to my face. The only difference was, next to my face (as in, going into the air around my face) I hear, “kssssshhhhhh”. The sound of the spray as my husband waits 3-5 SECONDS before “pendulating back and forth”. I think my bathroom rug and ear got more tanner on it then my face.
Oh no!! It’s much more complicated than it seems, isn’t it?
No. Lol. I took the spray from him, closed my eyes and hoped for the best. However, to avoid the hand situation when I applying it yourself, wear a rubber glove on one hand and when it’s dry, put the glove on your other hand to apply to your other arm. 🙂
“I could see that he didn’t have an appropriate, respectful fear of self-tanner. ” –made me laugh–How true!!
Mike has helped me with my back a time or two, but I always dispense the rub in kind onto his palms. He’s not allowed to have access to the bottle. “More is better” is NOT a good philosophy when it comes to self tanner!! It still makes me nervous!
Makes me think of our first experience with self-tanning lotion for beach day at school. I have pictures….do you? 🙂
OMGoodness. I think I have pictures of me in mittens because my palms were dark orange. We used an ENTIRE bottle between the two of us!
Danielle and I tried the tanning salon poogahaga back in May, attempting to keep the first burn down to a minimum broil. She did the spray tan deal and it turned out really well. I just laid down in the SuperBurn SkinToaster Science Theater 3k. The music they played was just…awful, but I had to keep the volume up so nobody would hear me snoring.
Oh, I’ll bet you DID hate that music! I’ve tried that, too. I completely agree.
Funny story though, Suzy. I enjoyed it. 🙂
LOL! I love the squirrel comment! I’ve heard this story in your chair but that comment was a pleasant addition to the story :0)
Usually I just use my hands to demonstrate how random and chaotic the rubbing in part was. But finding the words was tricky.
This made me laugh out loud. 🙂