Lookit my soul sister today! Miss Cricket and I posted about the same thing WITHOUT SPEAKING BEFOREHAND. The Internet is a strange, awesome place.
In my quest to be somewhat of a hardcore mother, I have gotten two tattoos (look, I may have to have the mini-van with the soccer stickers on it, but I refuse to wear mom jeans OR get a perm). One per foot. This serves the twofold purpose of having something to distract the viewer from my lovely (read: ugly) feet, AND allows me to feel hardcore without having to show them off. I can easily cover them up when the situation dictates it, and sometimes (especially during the winter) even I forget that I have them at all.
Each has a special significance to me, so when I look at them, I am reminded of painful life lessons that I had to learn by myself (because, I suppose, someone just TELLING me wouldn’t have left such an impression. And I am painfully stubborn, so even IF someone had told me, I probably would not have listened).
Being a now-tattooed person, I of course want more. Unfortunately for me, however, I have been unable to decide where exactly to put them. I want to finish each of my feet with a sock (my own term here instead of a “sleeve” because obviously, you don’t have sleeves on your feet), a sort of mosaic covering to blend each of them into a scene (I have a gecko on one foot and a pink seahorse on the other. I’m thinking some background for each).
What has prevented me is the fact that it is winter, therefore requiring covering each foot against the elements (summer is obviously better for this) and the intense pain that comes along with having a foot tattoo (I need to forget the pain first). Rest assured, I will do this, probably for my 28th birthday (all of the other ones have come on my birthday, which is in the middle of the summer), but maybe sooner.
But this isn’t enough for me, not even close.
Now I really want to get a tattoo for each of my children. Ben will be represented by Max of Where The Wild Things Are and Alex by The Little Prince. And my (possible) last child will have to wait and see what he or she is represented by. So I have to wait until I am done with child bearing to have this one put on as well (I am nothing if not fair), as I am planning to do a large box down between my shoulder blades with all of them blended together.
(note: I’ve always had stringent guidelines for where I wanted a tattoo placed. It had to be coverable AND not in a place that will be easily stretched out by sagging skin. I don’t want to gain 10 lbs and have my cute tummy tattoo stretched from a pair of dice to a domino. Not cool. I admire the hell out of arm tattoos, but I am sure there will come a day when I am annoyed (and ashamed) by my placement of a picture of Kurt Cobain there. A back tattoo, although being mainly hidden to me, seems to be the path of least resistance here, as it fills all of my qualifications for a tattoo.)
I haven’t divulged WHAT life lessons my tattoos remind me of, because that is an entry for a different category, but I’m curious about YOU.
Do you have tattoos? Do they mean anything to you (you don’t have to tell me WHAT they mean if you don’t want to. Aunt Becky doesn’t like to pry), or did they just look cool? Do you want another one? Have you regretted getting them (i.e. your old boyfriend’s name on your boob. Each time I got a tattoo, there was always someone in their changing a name on a tattoo. Mental note: do not tattoo anyone’s name on your body unless it is your own.)
If you have no tattoos, do you hate them? Think they’re tacky (my mom hates them with a passion rivaled only by her intense hatred of cigarettes.) and lame?