Quote of the Day: “Surely there is something in the unfuffled calm of nature that overawes our little anxieties and doubts: the sight of the deep-blue sky, and the clustering of stars above, seem to impart a quiet to the mind.” – Jonathan Edwards
While I was at work today, a late-30’s-looking lady came in with a lot of tattoos. She looked rather normal, boring, except for these tattoos. She had a horseshoe with stars on her collarbone, words on one forearm and wrist, a whip and cowboy hat on her other forearm and wrist, and I’m sure many that I couldn’t see. Usually whenever I see someone that age with such tattoos, he/she is ragged and crusty (yeah, that’s right, I said crust) and a biker or something.
Tattoos on “normal” people are getting soooo more common. I’m not about to classify myself as “abnormal” . . . I don’t need to! A lot of people complain, “Uurrgghh, people get tattoos because they think it makes them so badass!” I agree that the tattoo-as-rebellion is not as common or powerful as it was before, well, now, but I don’t think that that is a bad thing.
More clean and professional tattoo parlors are opening in all different kinds of areas, more people are getting jobs as tattoo artists, and more people are taking the plunging needle.
Of course, with all this availability, people are getting some rather regrettable tattoos. HAHA, KIM + JOY!!
I hope that most of you are familiar with mine:
(bad pic; right hip)
I’m thinking that I might want a small rabbit as my next one. Rabbits are small (well, not that one) and cute and generally harmless, but they can teach you a helluva lesson when threatened or hurt.
But that won’t be for at least a year from now. I don’t know where I would put it, just someplace else that can be easily hidden but wouldn’t be slut-tastic if I showed it off. And probably not my back, I want to be able to see my tattoos.
I’m thinking that by the time I’m in my 60’s, I’ll be pretty heavily covered. I’m in absolutely no rush.