How’s that for toast?
Enzo spent a tad too long at swimming school this morning, while I sat there, basking under the glorious heat of the summer sky, baking myself to a good golden tan. I was enjoying the whole exercise, sitting there, watching him synchronise his breathing with his strokes when I realized I had a full shirt on. Worse, only my face had SPF. And so, with only rich, scented lotion and not a trace of tan amplifier or tanning oils on my arms and legs, I grudgingly earned my 2nd set of tan lines today. Now, I can readily pose for Glamour Magazine’s famous Do’s and Dont’s… as a classic epitome of how not gain a sunkissed look…with swimwear lines on my shoulders all the way to my back (acceptable), to shirt lines on my arms (unacceptable) and demarcation lines on my thighs, thanks to my trusty pair of blue shorts (now that’s totally unacceptable). But then again, partially tanned as I am, I still feel proud as ever, what with matching Havaianas marks on my tired weary feet completing my entire island goddess look? If only tan lines could capture details… like the Brazil flag on my pair of whites… I would have…. oh well… enough said!
2005.05.03 (reposted)
