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I’ve really been feeling freckles lately. While the weather has been all kinds of schizophrenic, I know that spring and summer aren’t too far away. Warmer temps mean more skin hanging out (and as a little PSA, please use your sunscreen, hats, and other protective gear to prevent burns, blisters, and sun related skin disease, not only in the summertime, either!).
Hemlines will steadily rise, exposing expanses of calf, knees and thighs. Collars will be peeled away and necklines will dip into more relaxed positions. Clavicles and the sweet nape of the neck are going to start to show with more reckless abandon. Sleeves stripped off, shoulders unabashedly uncovered! Beauty marks, cafe au lait spots, and freckles, freckles, freckles come back into the light.
I’m ready to put away the concealer and foundation along with my cable knits and corduroys. I’m breaking out my SPF laced tinted moisturizers.
I’ve fallen in love with my freckles and can’t wait to show them off.