I jumped in my first tanning booth at the ripe age of 15 before a high school dance and with my mother's hand-written permission. I've gone in spurts ever since. I haven't fake baked in a year though, when I last did a two-month stint before my wedding. Surprisingly, I was still a spray tan virgin. When the luckiest girl I know won a free spray tanning party, I had to get in on the action. Amy with Emberglow Custom Spray Tanning brought her mobile station to my friend's house. It took less than 10 minutes to spray each of us. Immediately after stepping out of the pop-up booth the tan looked perfect. I was even able to put my clothes on right away.
The next morning I rinsed off in the shower. I stepped out to see a wonderfully bronzed body. Upon further examination, though, I saw a streak of white skin on my forearms and my hands looked rather spotty. Considering all the other places - like my face - that could have been striped, this wasn't so bad.
And it paid off because I had four people at work notice my golden glow (and not the imperfections). Wish I could have said I was just in the tropics, but they saw me in the office yesterday. So instead I thanked them and admitted my tan was sprayed on. I definitely will do it again. The next time I'll know to pay closer attention to my forearms and hands.