Vichy
It's warm weather finally. The sort of warm weather that puts winter coats in the back closet, and shorts on the dresser-edge waiting for wearing. My pasty white legs might see the light of day, and turn an even pastier shade of white. I don't tan, I never have, and never will. Well, I tanned once, but Vichy tanning cream doesn't count. It'll turn anything a tan colour, including places on your body that look stupid if you miss main spots - like between your fingers when you're not trying to tan your hands. Oh well. At least it smelled nice.