Good evening, Persephoneers! I hope this week is off to a good start. This weekend it was hot and sunny in my neighborhood, and my family starting slathering on the sunscreen. My daughter got her first sunburn ever last weekend, and she now will not go outside unless I spray her with SPF 50. Which got me thinking about the late ’80s and my exploits in the sun. I wasn’t so much about the SPF as I was about the tan factor – baby oil, Sea & Ski SPF 6, and lemon juice in my hair were my main choices on a sunny day. Unfortunately for me, I got my dad’s Scottish pasty complexion instead of my mom’s Italian olive hue. One summer of attempting to tan was more than enough for me. After that, I stuck with SPF 15 for most of my adolescence.
So what kind of sun sins did you commit? Was it a reflector to get the sun to shine more brightly on your face, Sun-In for your hair or some other ill-conceived beauty product? Is your week off to a good start?