My first spray tan ever. There are no words. Well, there are (and some incriminating immediate post spray pictures but they are only on the hubby's phone right now) and I promise a lengthy and comical post about the whole experience. In a state of panic last night (looking like scary brown leather) I could only share with my fellow Philly Social Media Moms who know me online - in the safe haven of a private FB group.
Well I trusted the process and while I still think I am dark for me (and a tad skanky ho looking), here is proof that 12 hours after the spray and one shower later, the scary bronzer does indeed wash down the drain like the red dye the day after a trip to a salon and you are left a little less mid century Italian Riviera looking.