I love the sun. But the sun, sure as hell, doesn’t love me. Being the pale ghostly girl that I am, I have forever been fighting a losing battle with our favourite star.
Since I was a kid, all I remember about summer days was being covered in huge blotches of pink spots and how antihistamines became my best friends. Because somehow, whenever I put my hands anywhere near grass, by the end of the day they’re covered in an annoying rash. It drives me crazy. Even if I don’t go near grass I still get a heat rash. Gah. Just can’t win!
So, as I spent Sunday afternoon sitting in front of Westminster Abbey, this week I am popping antihistamines like candy to get rid of these damn spots on my hands. Grrrr.
This got me thinking – I’m going to have to start these bloomin’ tablets months before my trip, to stop this happening. What I really need is an antithistamine injection (along with all the other’s I’ll have to have), but alas I don’t think that even exists for minor allergies. If you know differently please advise 😉
Ah well red spots to add to my freckles – makes me all the more different I guess. Kinda like Mr Blobby but hey-oh, c’est la vie!
I used to be very ashamed of having freckles actually, so much so I used to try and cover each one individually with concealer. Now, luckily, I’ve just accepted freckles are part of who I am. A real-life freckle monster 😉
My adorable friend Spasija made me realise they are actually quite an endearing feature to have (god bless you honeybee). I think after all the sun exposure I’m going to get on my trip, I may just turn into one giant freckle. To be honest, I’m quite excited about how different it’s going to make me look. I think more prominent freckles are pretty cute – don’t you think?
Although, as cute as freckles may be, they are a result of skin damage, so believe me when I say I will be throwing buckets of suncream over these blue bones. I got the whole trying-to-get-a-tan-as-a-redhead thing outta my system when I was younger – by learning the hard way. After sunstroke and some very ouchy burns on family holidays I learnt I’m just not meant to fry myself out in the sun (I have to be very careful I know).
Well Mamma always said I was a delicate English rose…but maybe (and more truthfully) I’m just a ghostly but sensible gal.
I love you sunshine, keep shining (**but thank goodness for my trusty tablets**) 😀
Phew. Fret not redheads and fellow allergens (hehe) we can still do it! Get out there and Go Go!