Today I indulged myself in the weirdest of beauty rituals - it was my first ever spray tan. I don’t know what actually possessed me. I’m getting married next year and I think the first signs of bridezilla are starting to emerge. I have had other female friends go through the wedding ritual before me so I’ve seen some pretty bizarre behavior - from botox to orthodontia so I think my case is on the mild side. (Note - seriously where does all of this pressure on brides to look their most amazing bridal selves come from??? Is this an internal pressure manifesting itself to have a picture perfect exterior, or is it society/family/keeping-up-with-the-Joneses???)
So back to me and my spray tan - I didn’t even try to research finding a “natural” spray tan. I mean come on, there is absolutely nothing natural about spraying oneself with chemicals to make your skin pigment 8% darker than your own natural skin. At least 8% is what I was offered at the Salon House in Clerkenwell, London. I was told that this will just give me a light and healthy look, nothing orange about it.
The process of getting a spray tan is hilarious, I kept giggling through the entire thing. The only other beauty treatment that has surpassed this level of humiliation was the brazilian bikini wax I had last year which I will never, ever, EVER do again. First you strip down to the buff, then you don your shower cap and paper thong thingy and step into a little booth specially designed to contain the errant spray of your beauty therapist’s spray gun. I was given sticky pads to put on the bottom of my feet (so they didn’t get stained). Then my beauty therapist adeptly cleaned my armpits to remove any deodorant residue and rubbed moisturizer onto my knees, elbows, hands and fingernails to ensure a smooth application on those areas that tend to crack.