I showered the next morning figuring it would all run off. NOPE. I wore pants for the next three days and each shower I scrubbed, rubbed and almost made myself bloody trying to get this “tan” off me.

About two weeks later it had mellowed to a great color and I applied the gloss. For 1 week my legs looked like they vacationed on the Riviera.

Now, they look like crackle paint. Remember the rage in the ’90s? Everyone was painting wood to make it look shabby chic, coating solid color paint with a clear crackle coat that when dry made the paint look old and weathered. My legs look like barn-siding!

I don’t know whether the moral of the story is to read the directions before you start something, or be happy with what you have. Either way, I’m not wearing many dresses these days.
Again I ran to the mirror. This time I was more speckled. Now I got my glasses and read. Spray goes on clear and will darken over the next few hours. I danced in the garage to the tune being played by my washer until my spray tan dried, went in, got dressed and left the house. The next time I saw my legs I was about to brush my teeth that night. I thought I still had my black jeans on! But I remembered peeling them off in my closet, and didn’t really see my legs until I got into the lighted bathroom.

HOLY MOTHER OF ….

I showered the next morning figuring it would all run off. NOPE. I wore pants for the next three days and each shower I scrubbed, rubbed and almost made myself bloody trying to get this “tan” off me.

About two weeks later it had mellowed to a great color and I applied the gloss. For 1 week my legs looked like they vacationed on the Riviera.

Now, they look like crackle paint. Remember the rage in the ’90s? Everyone was painting wood to make it look shabby chic, coating solid color paint with a clear crackle coat that when dry made the paint look old and weathered. My legs look like barn-siding!

I don’t know whether the moral of the story is to read the directions before you start something, or be happy with what you have. Either way, I’m not wearing many dresses these days.
Again I ran to the mirror. This time I was more speckled. Now I got my glasses and read. Spray goes on clear and will darken over the next few hours. I danced in the garage to the tune being played by my washer until my spray tan dried, went in, got dressed and left the house. The next time I saw my legs I was about to brush my teeth that night. I thought I still had my black jeans on! But I remembered peeling them off in my closet, and didn’t really see my legs until I got into the lighted bathroom.
HOLY MOTHER OF ….