I finally found a worthy tanning salon today.
I haven't found one since I moved...
mostly because I was trying to cut back
and because the boyfriend haggled tanning
into our monthly gym membership.
But I pretty much hate those beds.
So I found a high quality salon
just a mile down the street from my house
with high pressure beds.
I walked there
and it took me back to my college days
when I'd walk to the tanner at dusk
and lay in a big comfy bed
for my 20 minutes of "me time."
I feel so happy right now.
I love memories
and I love wonderful tanners.
No matter how many people
tell me how
awful it is for me...
tanning will probably always be
one of my favorite things.