It’s the first long weekend of the year. Lovingly named May 2-4. And for me that is a cause of great excitement! I won’t go camping like most (because seriously camping is horrible). I won’t plant flowers and create a beautiful garden (because somehow I kill every single plant I touch no matter how hard I try). Instead, I will pull out my sundress collection. I say collection because I may or may not have 50+ dresses. And when I say may, it’s certain that I do. I have a problem with dresses. Short. Long. Frilly. Flowery. Stripes. Stars. Plain. I don’t have a favourite style or colour. I am just addicted to them all.
And though I love sundresses on a slightly crazy level, I have one problem when this time of year comes. I don’t tan. At all. Not even a little. In no way, shape or form. It’s pretty normal for people to be a bit pale after the long winter. But I am beyond pale. If Casper the Ghost were real, we could be twins. I’m pretty much see through. And with the sun all of my freckles come out. I’m sort of like an albino lady bug.
You may think I’m exaggerating. I wish I were. But when we were in Australia I chose to wear one of my very favourite sundresses. Frilly. Yellow. Brighter than a canary. Not two minutes into our walk through the park I noticed the stares. The points. And the nudges from one friend to another to check out the freakishly white girl. Every single person had a golden tan. And I looked like a snowman. One man walked right up to us and asked if I was sick. I asked him what he was talking about and he just pointed at my body. With a very concerned look on his face.
But that’s not going to stop me. I’m going to embrace my ghost-see through-casper-ness and enjoy every minute of sundress season. So break out your sunglasses and be prepared to shield your eyes. My legs haven’t seen the sun in over 6 months. And they’re ready to sparkle. Just call me the white giant freckle. And avert your eyes.