Featured image: Nat with no make-up on, vs Nat with a spray tan.
Last week, I went and got myself a spray tan.
My usual beauty salon, The Parlour Room in Clovelly (best salon ever – they’re open late every night and they have a lolly bar), were training up their spray tan technicians and offering free spray tans.
I had a spare afternoon and needed to get my eyebrows done anyway, so I went along and got a spray tan too.
I've had a few spray tans over the years, but it's quite rare that I go and bother to get one. After all, I'm lazy, and tanning is a lot of effort. You have to exfoliate, you have to do extensive hair-removal, you have to choose a special tanning outfit, you have to wait for the tan to set in and then shower and then moisturise and then keep moisturising...
Also? It's an expensive mission. A good spray tan can cost $45 - if you get one every week, that's over $2000 a year, on spray tans alone.
At-home tanning solutions are also sent straight into the too-hard basket for me. Despite a cupboard full of tanning products, anything beyond a St Tropez Instant Tan requires precious minutes that could be spent doing other things, such as drinking wine and generally wasting my life away.
But this time, the "free" thing got me. So I went to the Parlour Room, they blessed me with a perfect tan and sent me on my merry way.
Now, let's just establish something - I'm not usually one of those girls that is constantly getting hit on. When people comment on my appearance, it's usually to tell me that I look tired, which we all know is just the compliment to beat all compliments *cough*. Once, a guy stopped me in the street to tell me that I was adorable, but it was only because I was wearing a jumper with a penguin on it at the time.
Oh, how the spray tan changed all that. As soon as I walked out of the salon, the male and female attention started - and didn't stop.
I got wolf-whistles. Cars beeped at me. A guy at the petrol station told me that I was so beautiful that I made the weather beautiful, too. (That was equal parts sweet and creepy.)
I went to uni and then to work. EVERY single one of my uni friends and work colleagues stopped to tell me how much better I was looking. "You look so healthy!" they gushed. "So relaxed! So... glowing! What have you been doing with yourself?"