TanHand

Dear reader,  I've had a disaster on the tanning front.  If you've been up to date with my preparations for a non existent  heatwave on my other blog then you'll know I've taken to the fake tan once again. 

It all started well.  On Friday night I applied my fake tan.  On Saturday morning I awoke to be greeted by TanHand. Yes you've guessed it, I hadn't washed my hands after applying it.  Me, when I'm such an experienced user of the stuff!



I googled solutions.  I tried lemon juice.  I tried bicarbonate of soda.




 I tried oil.


The next night I tried camouflage by tanning my whole hand.

 
That didn't work either.





TanHand went to work with me on Monday.

14 comments:

  1. You did not say if any hand was harmed in your research.

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    1. I didn't think carefully enough before I smothered myself in bicarb but luckily got away with it.

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  2. Sigh. I am glad I have avoided the whole tanning plague. What does get it off? Have you found out yet?

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  3. Sounds like a dilemma, but at least you have a fake tan, lol... No need here when we love outside almost everyday of the year.

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  4. Take a tip from me and wear fingerless gloves, LOL!

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  5. Don't commit any crimes. Like Scarface, you'll stick out a mile.

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  6. Perhaps Aperols were in affected hand at onset of tanning disaster ...?

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  7. I had tan knees once. Very sketchy

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  8. Oh dear - big sympathy from one who has experienced fairly alarming tan knees and elbows. Long pants and sleeves were my solution. Perhaps you could start a trend for wearing gloves....
    Loeb to meet you via the Hostess!

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  9. Oh dear - big sympathy from one who has experienced fairly alarming tan knees and elbows. Long pants and sleeves were my solution. Perhaps you could start a trend for wearing gloves....
    Loeb to meet you via the Hostess!

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