You'd think that spending a fortnight in Morocco would result in me returning to England like some kind of bronzed goddess. Think again. It didn't happen. For a while now, my skin has become this anti-tanning force. When I was younger, I'd come back from a week in Turkey or Tenerife with a tan that would make anyone jealous. Now, my skin is rebelling. What against I don't know, but it is. I obviously wear sun cream (usually factor 15) when I go on holiday and no matter what time of day I'm out in the sun, I just won't tan. Not even a hint of sun burn. Nothing. It's as if my skin has forgotten how to tan. To be honest, it's probably a good thing as I'm pretty sure I'd rather be a pale healthy munchkin than a bronzed goddess with skin cancer. Maybe my rebellious skin is doing me a favour? Maybe.
"If you can't tan naturally, then cheat."
When the folks at Laurens Way got in touch to see if I wanted to try out some fast-developing tan, I figured that I had nothing to lose. I'd only just come back from Morocco and had developed the most pitiful tan (read: none-tan) in existence. So, I was extremely excited to see what the LW magic tan could do...
The Tan Technicalities
I'll be honest with you, prior to applying the tan I didn't really do an awful lot. I didn't embark upon an exfoliation process, I didn't buff my body or anything weird like that, I literally just stuck a bit of moisturiser on my elbows / upper arms. And that was that. I got out my special tanning mitt and squirted some of the foam (read: tanning goo) onto it. Then, I applied it in circular motions to my left arm making sure that it was all rubbed in, then my chest / neck area, and then my right arm, etc. I find that if you apply the tan in front of a large mirror it's a lot easier to see where you've missed a bit or if there's a streak. Also, the quicker you rub everything in, the less likely it is that you'll have streaky bits (as once it's dried, it's a bugger to blend in). After application, I immediately noticed the difference (see picture two) and when I woke up in the morning I was super brown - although I smelt a little biscuity! In fact, I went to work and my friend/colleague/frolleague(?!) Vicki was saying she couldn't believe how brown I was. *Smug face.* And to top it off, she thought that it was a real tan from holiday. Now you know a fake tan is pretty darn great when people think it's real!