Dark days! i had to go into hiding
all Ebony Foley, 20, from Burnley, wanted was to be a stunning, bronzed beauty…
Filling the sink, I desperately started trying to scrub it off I video-called a friend… Seeing my face, she looked terrified!
Prepping for the weekend, I had a fun Saturday night ahead.
Me and my mates had organised a girlie night out in Manchester to celebrate a friend’s 21st birthday.
The outfits had been bought, exciting plans made.
All that was left to do was to make sure I was bronzed and beautiful.
Three days before our night out, I ran to the shops in search of my favourite fake bake.
I always make sure I’m glowing and tanned, but I wanted a top-up before the weekend.
Only, I found my fave brand was out of stock!
‘I want to be nice and brown,’ I told the sales assistant.
‘Try this one instead. The colour comes out so well,’ she suggested, handing me a can marked ‘darker than dark’ written across the top.
I noticed the shop assistant had a lovely tan.
‘Is that the one you’ve got on? Your skin looks amazing!’ I gushed.
‘Yep, I love it,’ she smiled.
Without hesitation, I bought a can and headed home.
Spreading the tanning mousse on my legs, I saw them turn a gorgeous colour.
So I covered the rest of my body in the stuff, then my face. After, I looked in the mirror. Only, in seconds, my skin turned several shades darker.
‘What on earth have I done?’ I yelled, panicking.
Filling the sink, I desperately started trying to scrub it off.
But it was too late.
Looking at my reflection, I burst out laughing. Luckily, I have a sense of humour and don’t take myself too seriously – which is just as well, as
I looked absolutely ridiculous.
I had to laugh at my own stupidity!
Creeping out of the bathroom, I went to show my boyfriend Dean, 29.
‘Dean,’ I said. ‘You’ll never guess what….’
But before I could explain, he took one look at me and doubled over in hysterics.
‘Ebony, what are you like?’ he laughed, struggling to get the words out as tears streamed down his face.
‘You have to help me get it off!’ I begged, still laughing.
When he finally composed himself, Dean helped me scrub
my face with a sponge. But the fake tan just wasn’t budging.
‘This isn’t working, babe,’ he said. ‘But it’s so funny, the mistake was worth it!’
Dean’s son, 7, was staying with us that night.
When he saw my face, he burst into tears.
‘I don’t like it!’ he cried. Bless! His reaction was priceless, and it made us laugh even more.
By now, Dean was howling, collapsed on the sofa. So was I. I knew my mates wouldn’t let me live it down. I had to make fun of myself before they did.
I video-called a friend to show her. As soon as my face appeared, she looked terrified!
Then I took a screenshot, uploaded it on Facebook.
Everyone had a laugh at my expense.
I really didn’t want to leave the house. But I had work the next day.
When I turned up at my office job in the morning, feeling sheepish, they’d all seen the picture I’d posted online.
Everyone cracked up, including me!
I didn’t go to my mate’s 21st party, though, and spent weeks hiding at home until it faded.
I’m still obsessed with being tanned, just more careful about which one I buy.
I simply couldn’t face another fake-bake fail.
I like to stay golden