Spray Tan

It’s that time of year again . . . when all my customers ask me if I’ve gotten a spray tan. They look skeptical when I explain the color is from my weekends in the pool and the Sierra, my weekdays walking to and from salons, and weeknights just outside. I guess I don’t look outdoorsy enough to have gotten all that sun exposure (despite sunscreen).


Shirt, Forever 21. Shorts, Audrey. Shoes, Seychelles. Sunglasses, Toms. Earrings, Jack E Oh’s NYC. Purse, Anne Klein (thrifted). Belt, thrifted.

I can’t forget morning runs with the dogs. It’s hard to beat sunrise at 5:43 a.m., but we are going to have to start going earlier, in the dark. The sun PLUS heat are too much for my pups, even early in the day.


While I find the morning sun an annoyance, this guy was basking in it at the lightrail station: