I know this post will be shocking for some and amusing for others. I just thought I should go ahead and talk about it first and get it done. This is mostly for my family members. This will be shocking in a way for them but they know me so maybe it won't be THAT shocking.
For those who don't know me very well I am a bit rebellious and I do things that my family does not always approve of. Take tattoos for instance. I got my first one when I was well into my 30's in Kingsville, Texas while attending a conference for Navy Wives Clubs of America. I was with a group of friends and of course we egged each other on and I caved. I got a very small yellow rose (in a place not for public display) and have been very happy with it ever since. I then got a second tattoo in my 40s while again away from home at a conference for the United States Personal Chef Assoc. in Tucson, AZ. A friend took me to a place where she had a tattoo done and I had another small tattoo (yet again in a place not for public consumption). Do we see a trend here??
While my oldest son and my DIL came to visit in April this year, we visited a tattoo parlor in Norfolk. No, it was not exactly for me but for my son. Actually we both were thinking about getting a new tattoo but I was the only one who made an appointment. The appointment was for Friday, May 7. I did loads of research about what I wanted my tattoo to look like and told the artist what I wanted. Thankfully I had another friend who had a similar tattoo done there so he was familiar with the other artist's work. I kept the appointment. Of course I took morale support and it was needed. If you have ever had a tattoo in a sensitive place you understand the morale support concept. They are there to distract you from swearing and screaming out loud.
This is what happens when you get home from such an adventure. You sit with a lovely bag of frozen peas and wait for the swelling to down. It takes a while but this is a good start.
Yes, that is my foot. Very sensitive place. I had heard this before getting my tattoo but now I know it for sure. Hurt does not begin to describe getting a tattoo on my foot. Agony is more like it. I took some Tylenol before going but that didn't even begin to put a dent in the pain. Alcohol would have worked much better in my humble opinion. It's not allowed but I sure could have used some! Here is what the pain and agony was all about.
I wanted a design that was all me. I am a native Texan and a dedicated knitter so I wanted a tattoo that represented that. So here is my concept. The artist did a great job knowing what I wanted. I was super pleased and am thankful that it turned out so well because it's not like I get a redo if it goes badly...
It's in my favorite color and includes my favorite state. Here is what I see and down below is what everyone else sees.
This what everyone else sees when I am barefooted. I have been trying not to wear shoes all weekend to give it time to heal. Right now it feels like a wicked sunburn. In a few more days the pain will pass. I will however have to invest in some really good sunscreen so that my color stays fresh. I can always go and have a touch up of the color but hopefully that won't be for a while.
So now I have gotten a tattoo in my 30s, 40s and 50s. I am now thinking about what to do in my 60s. Any ideas? I was thinking about a spinning wheel or maybe some sheep... or....