I’ve had to wait longer than usual to have a beach day this year. While most Mays can jump up into the high 80s and even 90s, this past month really seemed set on proving the whole “May Gray” theory. So when I pulled back my curtains this morning to reveal a sunny sky, I grabbed my bathing suit and a book, and headed to the beach.
It was a beautiful day. The sun was full and bright and there was a constant cool breeze to keep me from getting too warm and packing up early. I lounged on the sand, happy to be outside, happy to be young and alive! I laughed and shook my hair in the salt-tinged air like a woman in a shampoo commercial. I was beautiful! I was invincible! I was so comfortable, so delighted to be soaking up that much needed vitamin D, that I didn’t think twice about the fact that I had forgotten the most important thing to have on one’s first tanning-session of the year.
Sunscreen. I had forgotten sunscreen.
Fortunately for my delicate face, I was wearing my SPH-infused foundation. The rest of my body was not so lucky.
As per usual, my hubris was struck down swiftly by the forces that be and instead of feeling like a honey-dipped Gigi Hadid, I look like a walking ad for skin cancer screenings.
Let this serve as a cautionary tale to you all this weekend. Forget the book. Grab the sunscreen.