Tattoos

Tattoos

I got my first tattoo when I turned 50.

I thought that occasion merited some kind of commemoration!

A beautiful Blue Bird of Happiness and cascading hearts with the sign for Scorpio at the bottom. It is on the outside of my left calf.

A few years later, I wanted another one and the tattoo artist was able to copy a picture out of a children's book. It shows Thumbelina being rescued by the Sparrow. That one is on the inside of my right calf.

Then, I got my last one a few years after that on my left forearm. It is two calla lilies with leaves and a black bow at the bottom by my wrist. It is in memory of my father and my grandfather who were both morticians. My grandfather died six months before I was born. They both also sold furniture!

One thing that I had planned was that if someone came in my store that I thought might be offended by my tattoos, I could turn the right side of my body towards them and they would not be able to see any of my tattoos!

I am still happy with all three of them and would do it again.

And yes... they hurt. But much like childbirth, very much worth it!