Somehow, and I am still wondering where this came from, I got completely hung up on perfecting my tattoo idea. I finally have a small amount of disposable income to invest. I might as well get it now before I want to go swimming, and while I am still working on that bikini bod ( I say that every year, but unfortunately what you see now is what you get). I know what I want, I know where I want it. I know I want it to be shaded, with white being the only color. But I'm not sure exactly how I want it drawn or how big it should be.
There are so many styles to choose from! I am going to pick out 3 good ones and take the images to a tattoo artist tomorrow and see what they can do for me. I'm super excited!! I haven't gotten a tat since my first one when I was 17. It was my birthday present. I had to pay for it, but momma reluctantly signed the papers. I got a trail of stars, tramp stamp. The location was strategically placed with my future as a career woman in mind, but the stars are a bit cliche. I love stars, still love stars, but they don't have any special significance.
This design for my new tattoo has to be perfect. It is in loving memory of my grandmother. Grandma Jean died of pancreatic cancer when I was 16. She was a smoker for 40 years, but she made it to her 70's so she had a good run. My mother always tells me I am just like her. I was too young to know her as an adult knows another adult, but as a grandmother she was a pretty cool lady. And we did have a lot in common. She loved old books, old stuff, the English, and history. Maybe that is how i developed a passion for these things. She would watch me and my siblings once a week, and when I came home from school I would watch The Antique Roadshow with her. We went to garage sales a lot, and flee markets. She always had pretty little things, trinkets that were just nice to admire. And when she found something that reminded her of me or my sister she would buy it for us. We have the same bull-headed attitude too. If she thought she was being mistreated or deserved better attention, she was all over it. Hollering up a storm until the offending party had to give in. That is a personal favorite characteristic of myself, inherited from her. I learned after she died that we even had some recreational habits in common ( she smoked mary jane, AND with my mother!). Luckily the high-anxiety trait skipped me and landed with my sister. Grandma Jean and Jackie knew/know how turn a small doubt into a full blown alarm, to the point where everyone in the vicinity wants to take cover.
When we lived in our old house,a quaint family of 4 at the time, Grandma Jean shared with us a new discovery of hers. She planted seeds that would one day grow into a beautiful, lushes plant with huge white blossoms. She called it a Moonflower, but the scientific name is Datura. The flower only blooms at night (evening really, around 6 o'clock), and it smells like heaven. Since they are so big their scent is easily detected as soon as the flower blossoms. To add to this plant's wonder, it is a poison from the "witches" weed family that also includes deadly nightshade. There is a history of the Datura plant being used as a hallucinogen and toxin because ingesting it can cause delusions and death. Beautiful and dangerous, this plant was created to end up tattooed to my body. History and fun facts aside, my grandma is responsible for introducing me to this lovely plant that no one I know has ever heard of. Passing out these seeds became part of her calling-card. When we moved to our new house we brought seeds, but grandma was getting sick, and my mother can't even plant a weed, so we didn't have any moonflowers for the longest time. Until one day, out of nowhere, a plant sprouts up right next to our house; behind a bush, where no plant had any business trying to grow. And this same plant comes back every year. Random? I think not.
To conclude this overly long explanation of how I plan to permanently modify my one and only body..Some may not approve, but it is my way of paying homage to the women that carved a piece of herself into me, and made me the person I am today.
This design for my new tattoo has to be perfect. It is in loving memory of my grandmother. Grandma Jean died of pancreatic cancer when I was 16. She was a smoker for 40 years, but she made it to her 70's so she had a good run. My mother always tells me I am just like her. I was too young to know her as an adult knows another adult, but as a grandmother she was a pretty cool lady. And we did have a lot in common. She loved old books, old stuff, the English, and history. Maybe that is how i developed a passion for these things. She would watch me and my siblings once a week, and when I came home from school I would watch The Antique Roadshow with her. We went to garage sales a lot, and flee markets. She always had pretty little things, trinkets that were just nice to admire. And when she found something that reminded her of me or my sister she would buy it for us. We have the same bull-headed attitude too. If she thought she was being mistreated or deserved better attention, she was all over it. Hollering up a storm until the offending party had to give in. That is a personal favorite characteristic of myself, inherited from her. I learned after she died that we even had some recreational habits in common ( she smoked mary jane, AND with my mother!). Luckily the high-anxiety trait skipped me and landed with my sister. Grandma Jean and Jackie knew/know how turn a small doubt into a full blown alarm, to the point where everyone in the vicinity wants to take cover.
When we lived in our old house,a quaint family of 4 at the time, Grandma Jean shared with us a new discovery of hers. She planted seeds that would one day grow into a beautiful, lushes plant with huge white blossoms. She called it a Moonflower, but the scientific name is Datura. The flower only blooms at night (evening really, around 6 o'clock), and it smells like heaven. Since they are so big their scent is easily detected as soon as the flower blossoms. To add to this plant's wonder, it is a poison from the "witches" weed family that also includes deadly nightshade. There is a history of the Datura plant being used as a hallucinogen and toxin because ingesting it can cause delusions and death. Beautiful and dangerous, this plant was created to end up tattooed to my body. History and fun facts aside, my grandma is responsible for introducing me to this lovely plant that no one I know has ever heard of. Passing out these seeds became part of her calling-card. When we moved to our new house we brought seeds, but grandma was getting sick, and my mother can't even plant a weed, so we didn't have any moonflowers for the longest time. Until one day, out of nowhere, a plant sprouts up right next to our house; behind a bush, where no plant had any business trying to grow. And this same plant comes back every year. Random? I think not.
To conclude this overly long explanation of how I plan to permanently modify my one and only body..Some may not approve, but it is my way of paying homage to the women that carved a piece of herself into me, and made me the person I am today.
GOD I LOVE MOONFLOWERS NOW.
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