Seriously, if you ever visit New Zealand, please, please, please wear sunscreen. You should wear it anyway everywhere else, but the burn time here is horrendous. I cannot emphasise enough how crucial sunscreen is. A burn in NZ is more than just a gentle glow or a tan line. You don't just go brown the next day.
After a childhood and youth of sun stupidity, I finally got the message. As you may remember, P and I burned ourselves terribly on our honeymoon and I swore I would be more careful. Aside from some ill-judged swipes with the sunscreen leaving the occasional exposed bit of back fat, I've been quite conscientious, applying SPF in my moisturiser and squirting the good stuff all over my body before any prolonged exposure.
I can't believe I was so stupid on Sunday that I stepped out without it. It was overcast when I left but that's no excuse. I should have had it in my bag and it should have been on my face. I am a glowing red ember from the decolletage up, with a toasty, roasty, crackling nose.
This is not vanity (though a shiny red forehead does show up every crease). This is not just because my face is hot with burn and embarrasment right now. This is long term health.
I'm not doing this again. I'm keeping out of the sun or keeping sunscreen on, end of story. That's that.
No comments:
Post a Comment
Tell me your deepest secrets. Or your opinion on the Oxford comma. Or your favourite pre-dinner drink. Anything really, as long as it's not mean.