Sometimes I am forced to spend time outside with the burning sky star. Despite putting on sunscreen, enough time in the sun brings out my freckles. My husband thinks they're adorable. I think they make my skin look splotchy...although, I guess freckles are splotches. That's sort of like saying my eye lashes are too lashy. Maybe I would like them if they were more distinct -- my full-bore badge of Irishness. Since I'm not in the sun long, they're more like the yellowish idea of freckles, an afterthought of face accessories. Freckles are one of those things that are cute on other people, but I don't encourage my own.