'Bare legs! They are SO pale. Those legs are white!'
I stopped walking, looked down my black dress at my bare legs and had no choice but to agree with her. I was taken aback by this old ladies fierceness but not totally shocked since it's a well known fact that I, indeed, do not tan very well.
At all. Can't say I look much different in July than I do in January, freckles aside.
'Sun. You need sun because they're pale. Sunshine will fix that, you know. A little sunshine for a nice tan.' She scratched the hairy mole on her chin and continued her monologue 'Because they really are, quite pale.'
I agreed with her and she looked pleased 'But don't tan too much or you'll burn. Then they'll be red, which isn't good either'. She paused for a second and dramatically exclaimed
'But even RED would be better than white, because your legs REALLY are quite pale!'
I thanked her for this great conversation (yet not so great for me confidence-wise) and when I walked away towards the car I heard her mutter behind my back '...so white, those legs, they are so white...'