![]() I potter around the kitchen for an hour in my dressing gown, waiting for 60 minutes to elapse. My eyes appear brighter, my face healthier and I look half a stone lighter - and I don't smell. When she's finished, I look down enchanted at my smooth brown body. The same nozzle is then used to blow warm air to dry my tan. I stand wearing nothing but a pair of paper pants while she sprays me up and down with the brown liquid, starting with my arms, then moving on to my legs, bottom, back and finally face. ![]() She arrives with a large black pop-up tent, which she erects in seconds in my kitchen. It's far cheaper than a salon and you don't have to suffer the humiliation of staggering home afterwards looking like an Oompa Loompa.Įmma Edwards, owns the TLC salon in Trowbridge, and is 20 minutes from my Somerset home. ![]() Golden success: Fake Bake lives up to the hype
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