Ok, it was hot on that day. Steamingly hot in fact. I was beginning to feel like some tragic character in a Hemmingway novel set somewhere in the hottest part of Africa... sweating...breathing hard... creaving for some kind of relief...
Em said to me: "Lets do it, Hills, you really can use a tan!". I looked at her. I turned my head around and stared at the water, then back at her. I knew she was right.
But I also knew it was gonna be tough and I wasn t gonna chicken out.
So I got up, put my icy-cold lemon juice aside like a man...I mean like a woman.
I could see behind my back that Em was watching me (yes... ok.... I mean....I dont know how I did that, but I did! Anyway it sounds cool, doesnt it.)
She smiled as I stepped out into the sun and let that glorious sun
melt all alpha textures off my pale body..
We both were determined that day.
I started counting:" ...1 ...2...3!!", then we did it. Both.
Took off our tops...
"Little Daisy dress": OrsiniSun
hair: Baiastice @ the hairfair
"Daisy attachments": Izzie`s
please check her wonderful blog
Have a great weekend,