under your skin

I remember sun-kissed summers. Reading magazines while I wriggled my toes in the scorching sand and flipping over only when I got too hot. I remember hopping down to the water when my skin and tongue alike prickled and yearned for the cooling kiss of the water.

We'd trek home with sand in our knickers, plunge ourselves into cold showers and then lie defeated under the fan and wait for the burning to fade away with the day light. We couldn't sleep on your backs for days.

Our house smelled of after-sun lotion and lemonade.

Then comes the peeling. One day you're tanned and the next day you scratch your back and realise it's begun. You try to moisturise, desperate to keep the skin as part of your body but it's too late, it's beyond repair. You have to wear a t-shirt to cover your peeling shoulders despite the hot weather and the pleas for a singlet from your under arms. But there's no hiding the peeling that's begun on your nose.

And this is what I think of when people talk about skins, long hot summer days and the resulting sunburn and peeling of sheets of skin. It's not a pretty site.

But these are.

    

        

I love these, they don't bulk out your phone but they do look mighty cool. Skins are like thicker screen protectors but with much more interesting patterns. You can download matching wallpaper and they're much easier to put on then those fiddly sheets of plastic that always get bubbles.


Now I just have to decide which one to buy.

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