Summer has indeed arrived, with a bang. That is par for the course here in Minne-snowda it seems. We're in hot, humid 90 degree weather when just last week it was 40 degrees. Humph. Anyway, I'll take it any way I can get it. I do enjoy the cold weather though, I would not like and do not like the humidity year round, that would make for a very crabby Cari. And I think I have some sort of allergy to the sun, which explains my year round pasty-ness. My suntan is indeed broken. Just doesn't happen anymore. I chalk it up to years of sun damage as a child and teen. We had a swimming pool growing up and my mom was a sun worshipper, the only time we wore sunscreen was if we were already sunburned. So I was always a beautiful golden brown. In high school, "laying out" became a daily past time and growing up in the south, there was ample time to accomplish it. When winter came, I hit the tanning bed. But now I can't tan if I tried. I'm a hat wearing, shade loving, SPF 70 kind of girl. In fact as I am sitting here in the direct sun (lathered up in 70) on the deck watching my kids play in the sprinkler I am breaking out into red blotches as we speak, itchy things too. Is there such a thing as a sun allergy? Ghostly as I may be, I won't give in to societal pressure to be "tan". I shall continue my pasty reign with the likes of Nicole Kidman and Taylor Swift (trust me only likening myself in shade not beauty).
So I appropriately renamed this post, "Blinded By the Light" in reference to my skin tone, or lack thereof, instead of "Summer has arrived'. Veered off topic as usual. I had intended for this post to reflect the welcoming of a new season, instead because I can rarely hold a steady thought for more than 3 minutes it is about tanning. Only in BOMS (Bubble Gum....) will you experience such randomness. Apologies friends.
Here I'll end, I need to find a slice of shade before I turn polka-dot! Enjoy the days of summer!
Three things cannot be long hidden: the sun, the moon, and the truth.