Do you have a tattoo? Do you want a tattoo?
I always said I’d get one… one day. As if by some divine intervention, inspiration would finally strike and point me in the direction of the tattoo. That elusive mark that I could call my own, permanently etched onto my skin to tell my tale to the world. It’s not happened yet.
This doesn’t surprise me if I’m honest with myself. Afterall, I am the girl who keeps her options open. Remember in High Fidelity, when Rob talks about how it makes more sense to commit to nothing, to keep his options open? I’ll ignore the bit where he goes on to call that frame of mind “Suicide. By tiny, tiny increments”. I think there’s a lot to be said for keeping your options open.
Where was I?
Oh yes. Well, if I do ever commit to a tatto, I’ve always said that I’d go large or go home. I’d want it big and I’d want it colourful. Maybe something like this…
Isn’t it beautiful (in a Laura Ashley kinda way?).
My husband isn’t a fan of tattoos, neither on men nor women… not that I’d let it stop me if I decided that I couldn’t live without one. It does give me pause for thought though, and that’s probably not such a bad thing.
Especially when I have a sneaking suspicion that I wouldn’t last five-minutes in the chair…
Tell me about your tattoo(s), do you have any? Want one but feel apprehensive?