My inner imp took over during dinner with my family on Wednesday. It was prompted by a Facebook conversation Tuesday night. My little sister in spirit wants to give me the everlasting birthday gift of a tattoo.
It made me think of the stencil that was done years ago in Little 5 Points, while I was working in Atlanta. I wimped out, but the tattoo artist was gracious and gave me the stencil in case I changed my mind. It is tucked away somewhere in my apartment- it is actually a very beautiful drawing of a Zuni bear.
A generous, tempting offer from Sarah- but I am not in the market for ink. What I couldn't resist was a golden opportunity to devil my dear old dad a little bit. Must confess, that was a lot of fun last night.
I so rarely indulge the imp in me- and it did keep the conversation flowing through dinner. Truly, he was horrified at the idea, but I got the feeling he was egging me on as well.
It did get me thinking though- I know a lot of people with ink. I've read both of Kat Von D's books and admire her considerable artistic abilities. A friend of mine had a bi-lateral mastectomy at 32. Instead of reconstructive surgery, she translated the garden that she loves and was a vital part of her recovery into a tattoo celebrating her 5 year free anniversary. A former co-worker of mine actually went to Miami Ink and got tattooed by Chris Nunez. While I wouldn't have picked what she did, it was an amazing bit of art.
Certainly see the appeal- just can't get over the fear of the needle. And I rather like my pale, ink free vampire like skin.
No, I have no desire to lose my tattoo virginity, but maybe I'll change my mind for my 50th birthday!
