In case you didn’t click over, the BBRGs made me feel I might not be as style-lacking as I thought. I ordered a simple little white part-eyelet-part-lace sheath from Coldwater Creek a few weeks ago. I am now reciting “I will not buy the Calvin Klein eyelet dress” the BBRGs featured, because honestly, I do not need two white dresses!
And no, me and my pasty pale self will not strut about in that sheath without a shock of bold color somewhere near my fair face. I promise!!
Speaking of pasty pale, that brings me to Sal’s post. You really should click over and read that. I’m always shocked that women can be so unkind to each other, but given that some of the women who love me best have also told me I need some color – meaning go tan yourself, not freshen up your lipstick – I shouldn’t be left flat-footed. We dye our hair, and some of my friends do spray-tan, but I’ve just embraced my pale skin – unlike the grey hairs.
As a teen and into my 20s, I did TRY to tan. One summer, I was able to spend an hour or two most days at the pool, and I did turn my own, odd shade of orange. In the meantime, I’ve grown to appreciate my blue-pink natural skin tone, and I’m trying to make up to it for the years of abuse. Hats, sunglasses and sunblock are my friends. I don’t think I even own a swimsuit that fits, and while the inlaws have a pool, I couldn’t tell you the last time I was in it. (Count in YEARS – seriously.)
I keep hearing that we’re more skin-cancer aware, but I also keep hearing that I need some color. Where do you fall on the sun worship vs. skin cancer scared scale?
And is white part of your summer wardrobe?