You’d think I’d know better.
It’s the end of April, meaning that in past years spring break (beach and sun time) would’ve come and gone by now.
I have light hair, and light eyes, aka PALE.
I have not been outside in anything resembling a bathing suit in months, even though I now live in California. (That means I’m VERY PALE right now).
And yet…it was SO nice out on Sunday. Sunny, mid-high 70s, breezy. So, I went up to my roof in one of my favorite new bathing suits, and slathered on sunscreen (I’m not THAT stupid) and read for fun for a while.
In the sun. Barring theme park excursions where I’ve mostly been in jeans and tees (since you know, people LIE to people who are not yet in California and make them think it is ALWAYS 75, and it’s actually been kinda chilly) I haven’t been in the sun like that since last summer. I am an idiot.
Two and a half hours later (how did I not realize this was too long?!), and I’m mildly pink all over when I walk inside. Not TOO bad mind you (I did have on lots of California Tan sunscreen, which is the best stuff on the planet) and I was also a teensy-bit brown and freckly. I don’t really mind the freckly part though (I find mild sun damage cute??).
A few more hours inside though…and my stomach is achey, and it hurts to move my ankles, and my face started feeling a little pinch-y.
Great. Just great, Jaclyn. WAY. TO. GO.
It’s actually not too visible anywhere but my stomach anymore, but still.
I’ve just been telling myself that it could be worse. At least it’s not like when I came back from a long weekend at Hilton Head with my family for my birthday Junior year completely FRIED (over cooked Lobster style), and decided that wearing green would help offset it. You see, when you put green (i.e. concealer) ON red, it helps mask it. SURROUNDING red, not so much.
Apparently I destroyed all evidence of the green shirt debacle, but you get the idea.