Under Triple Digits

Shorts, Top, and Bracelet: c/o Emporium Miami; Blazer: Macys; Ring: Gift from Anne; Shoes: UO; Necklace: Free People; Clutch: Old Navy

While I was shopping at a mall in Las Vegas, a lady working a dog clothing kiosk, stopped me and tried to persuade me into buying her "best-selling" doggy t-shirt.  Think of another name for a female dog and insert the plural version of it here: ("_____ Love Me") written on the back.  It was yellow, blinged out, and totally not my dog's style.  So, to keep me interested in her items, the sales girl began to ask me questions about myself like, "how old are you", "why are you so tall"...you know appropriate things like that.  She also asked where I am from.  I tell her Arizona, and my answer was quickly met with the question, "Aren't you supposed to be tan?"  Tan?  Hmmm....Well, I haven't touched a tanning bed since I was 22.  Spray tans are too much effort and too annoying in my opinion.  And frankly, sitting outside in 115 degree heat by a pool that now feels like warm bathwater, isn't all that relaxing.  We don't tan here, we simply melt.  But fortunately, I think this weather is finally letting up a bit.  We are under the triple digits people and it feels so good.  So good, that maybe, I will try to work on that tan this weekend.  Of course, wearing my 80 SPF and a giant hat.  But do tell, what's your secret to a great tan?  Do you fake it or make it?