Weve probably all done that, not so much the burnt micheal booblays but other body parts. She'll be right mate.......

As I was getting undressed for bed on Saturday night, there was a loud "whoop" of laughter heard from the better half, already in bed. Then a "huh? Oh, yeah, togs..."... Turns out I had some interesting tan lines on my back from the better part of an hours swimming laps at (outdoor) Thorndon pool Saturday morning (in the sunshine)

Yep, should have known better, and thank goodness the UV levels must have been fairly low, as I havent actually felt this sunburn, which is interesting in that it goes a LOT further down my back than usually sees any sunshine, so if it had been earlier in the summer (with more UV / hotter sun) I would probably have been brick red and in need of immediate medical attention...

Did my upper back / shoulders sitting under an obviously not as sun-proof as it was heat-proof sun umbrella in late January in Christchurch when visiting the in-laws. Good thing I had planned to wear a sleeved top to the engagement party we were off to that night to hide it... :)

Sunburn is the worst! And we never seem to learn, do we? I dont know about you, but my skin is shockingly bad. When I burn (and boy do I!), I find myself being lulled into a false sense of security. I put up with the pain, the itchiness, the heat and the strange tan lines, and just as I think my punishment is over and Ive a fetching golden brown arm, the whole lot peels off! No matter how much moisturiser I lather on, I find parts of my body are flaking off all over the place. Its disgusting, and I swear Ill never go out in the sun without sunblock EVER again.......until the next time I find myself burnt to a crisp...

I had to read twice as I thought the article said "Feel the Bum"

I never lock my door. I don't even know where my key is. It's kind of a vicious cycle - I don't lock my door because I can't find my keys, and I can never find my keys because I can't remember when I last locked the door and where I put my keys after doing that.

I also love to go wandering at night by myself - sometimes for fresh night air, sometimes just because I like to wander and look at things when I'm drunk. This often sparks panic because a) I'm tiny, and b) I'm female.

However, I always always ALWAYS wear sunscreen and always always ALWAYS use protection. I guess I have more faith in people not doing bad things to each other than in the odds of not getting cancer or knocked up.

My usual stupid action is the one you just committed - sunning myself without sunscreen/cover. After my work Xmas do I had a similar sunburn pattern to what you describe - without the cafe con leche. I'm just leche. I've become pretty good at wearing sunscreen all over every day, it's the reapplying around lunchtime (especially after a few drinks) that is the tough bit.

My tactic for sunburn recovery is a combo of aloe vera gel & a really rich moisturiser (St Ives shea butter & oatmeal is good, but a bit fragrant). Cool off with the gel, then about 5 min later the moisturiser. And have fun peeling off the layers in a day or two.

I can really identify with this post. I have two-tone boobs as well, although with my colouring what that actually means is that the top half is nearly white while the bottom half is actual white.

Like you, my boobs and I cannot agree on what size top to buy. My back and waist insist they are a size 6, but my boobs just laugh at this idea and struggle to squeeze into a size 10. Result: the top is usually too loose in the waist and my boobs are making a bid for freedom via the neckline and/or armholes. For a long time I wondered how clothing designers can be so blind to the fact that boobs come in sizes other than small, but thanks to Davo I believe I have found the answer. Remember his comment (on nude sunbathing) that he finds barely-contained boobs more titillating than naked ones? I now suspect that the designers make their bust dimensions too small on purpose, with the idea that our boobs will look better if they appear to be on the verge of escape.

Thanks for clearing that up, Davo.

That, Moata, is more commonly known as 'retard burn'. It comes in many forms, including a single strip across the top of your bicep when you change shortsleeve shirts and they have slightly different length sleeves, and also a strip across the back of your knee from when you wear gumboots and shorts, and forget to put sunscreen on your legs. All good examples of retard burn.

I remember sitting at school putting baby oil on our legs and hiking our school uniforms up as high as they could go to get a tan! Terrible really. Now I nag my partner every day to wear sunscreen, he works outside all day, and I wear it religiously now. I may be slightly pasty but at least I'm not increasing my chance of skin cancer.

I recommend any sunscreen with SPF 40 and helioplex, I think neutrogena do a spray one that is brilliant.

For the past decade or so I've managed to get suburned once every Summer. Always just the once.

This year, though, I've so far survived. And only 7 days to go, 5 of which will be in the office.

At the start of Summer I bought myself a large wide-brimmed hat. Coincidence?

All that being said, every morning I iron a shirt for work. Every single day at around 11am I get a momentary panic about whether I turned the iron off. I should avoid this nasty feeling by unplugging the darned thing from the wall and putting it away, but I'm lazy, so...

@ Louisette # 7 - no worries....any other boob related questions, just ask away!