It’s interesting to see that the more tanned someone is, fewer are the clothes they wear. For instance, someone gets a little color on their legs, and suddenly it’s out with the board shorts and in with the Daisy Dukes. Forget about the fact that they had to squeeze into the Dukes with a shoe horn and look a little like a stuffed sausage when they actually get the zipper pulled up.
I must say, I feel a little guilty of that kind of behavior myself. You see, I normally exit summer with the same pasty-white skin with which I entered that season of the sun. This summer however, I’m living on the edge - I actually got a little bit of color yesterday. It’s not actually a tan per se, it’s more of a redder shade of pink accented with thin stripes of the white skin I left behind.
Ok, most people would call it a sunburn, but I’m calling it my new look, and I think the burned look is good on me. I mean, just this morning, I looked in the mirror after I had ironed my hair down and thought, Man! The burned look is good on you! Then I eshewed my typical short-sleeved t-shirt and got a little more daring.
I went sleeveless! I’m calling it my Daisy Duke Sleeves.
