Wednesday, December 12, 2018

The Lady With The Book Tattoo

I have a bucket list. It's not written down. It's fluid and always changing. Over time items get added to it and items get checked off. This year several items were checked off: 1) I finally got to Yosemite; 2) I finally got to the Alabama Hills; 3) I got a tattoo.

I'd been wanting a tattoo for more than fifteen years, but I wasn't sure exactly what I wanted. I just knew that it had to mean something to me if I was going to wear it for eternity. A few years ago I finally decided what I wanted inked onto my body, but I had trouble finding a tattoo artist who saw my vision. Usually they saw something bigger, grander, more expensive.  Originally, I wanted it on my leg, then changed my mind to my arm. Time went by and I kept putting it off.

Finally, one evening in early October, as I was driving home from work, I told myself that tonight's the night! I found a tattoo artist near where I live and he knew exactly what I wanted. The rest is ink history.

And, yes, it hurt.  But I'm thrilled with it!  And just so you know, I doubt I'll get any more.

Recently, I went into a diner near my home. It's a place I go off and on. After I took my seat in a booth, a waitress came up to me and said, "There you are! I was just asking one of the other waitresses if she'd seen the lady with the book tattoo lately."

So, Lisbeth Salander, keep your stinkin' dragon tattoo. I've got books!

1 comment:

stellans said...

That is an absolutely lovely tattoo!