When I was telling Lizzies sunburn story I forgot to mention the twist in the story.
Tonight is her school formal.
Months ago she bought a lovely strapless dress to wear. And on Monday I was thinking, it'll still be ok. Sure she looks slightly purple, but a brownish shade of purple. A bit of powder will cover that.
Then she came home from work monday night, went into the bathroom and called me in a teary voice to
come look at this.
Well my god, you'd have thought she was a snake trying to shed a few years worth of build up. Right across her chest and shoulders there were big chunks of skin falling off. And then I had a moment of doubt about the formal dress looking as fabulous.
But I must say she handled it remarkably well. She just sucked it up. She said she wouldn't buy a new dress (even though I offered to take her shopping for one that would cover it) and it would be fine. And I know that wouldn't have been easy. When you're sixteen and surrounded by groups of other sixteen year old girls who judge you constantly, how you look – especially at your formal – is very important. Lloyd said it took strength. Go Lizzie.
So this is why I have spent the last hour scrubbing her. I'm pretty sure I could set up a business. A dodgy skin repair business. I mixed sugar with oatmeal and a bit of face scrub and I set to it. And I scrubbed her until she was all fresh and pink and new again. A little too pink in a couple of places. But I knew that sheer cover I bought would come in handy one day. You have to be committed though. Once you start there is no stopping until you reach a non burnt bit. So this meant her chest, shoulders and back. I've put a bit of manuka honey mix on the pinker bits and we'll hit the rest with concealer and leave a few tendrils of hair hanging down.
I think it will be ok. In fact I think it will be fabulous.