I gave my husband a bit of a surprise the other day when we were driving through my “old neighborhood”. When we drove past a pizza parlor I told him that used to be a tanning salon where I went tanning. Many things in that sentence don’t make sense if you knew me. Even when I was going to the tanning salon there was a part of me that kept questioning my actions. My mother would bring me articles, almost daily, on the dangers on tanning salons and yet, there I would go, twice a week. When you live in the Pacific Northwest sometimes you’ll do anything to look as though the sun shines here more than it does, even acting like a rotisserie chicken.
Well, the days of my tanning booth visitations were many, many years ago. Not only because I finally got it through my head the extreme danger I was putting myself in from tanning bed use, but also the fact that there are so many great self-tanning, or tanning bed lotions available that it seems absolutely ridiculous to put yourself in harms way when all you need to do use lotion to achieve a healthy glow.
Now that I am a mother I know that my actions speak volumes so, when my girls heard me say that I used to go to a tanning salon, I had a lot of explaining to do. Will they believe me when I claim ‘Ignorant youth’? Perhaps. I truly hope so. There is truth to the adage ‘With age comes wisdom’ and I trust that my girls understood me when I told them about the dangers of using a tanning bed and my poor choice. Self-tanning lotions are the next alternative to achieving a glow. They say “Oregonian’s don’t tan, they rust.” Well, this Oregonian is hoping for the most pleasant shade she can find.