I never did around to my sunnah sunburn story… Not that it’s much of story. The actual day was the story and sunnah sunburn was the aftermath. A couple of weeks ago, a girlfriend and I took my son to the State Fair. It was bright, warm day with low humidity (the second best kind of day there is next to a bright, 75F, low humidity day). I was dressed well – cotton hippie kurta and patchwork strip skirt with happy white eyelet fringe. We went everywhere and did tons of walking. Hamza loved the Fair tram which was a John Deere tractor (fueled by SoyBioDiesel as the signs so often told us) with tram cars attached to the back that had bench seats along the side. Very nice, very cheap – fiddy cent to get all the way around the fair. We saw llamas, sheep, horses (HUGE horses) and lots of strange people. I was actually NOT verbally accosted for the first time ever. Huge improvement. Our state fair actually has ONE affordable food booth: The Dairy Bar. Grilled cheese in multiple flavors, ice cream shakes, milk in two flavors (that would regular and chocolate). I ended up getting three grilled cheeses, one chocolate milk and one shake for something in the range of 6 or 7 bucks.
We spent about three hours there and when I got home – let’s just say I was a bit toasty on my hands and face only. I even had hijab lines on the side of my face… *sigh* Such a cute little cherry nose. And of course, Hamza’s inner-arab-shroominess just gave him a nice farmer tan. Someday, someway, I will find a place to get an even, if unhealthy, tan.