When I was in my early 30’s my best friend moved away. We decided that we would make a plan to ease our sorrow by doing something a little naughty. A little shocking. We were moms and moms in the 90’s were not getting tattoos. Each of us picked a small design and we went in search of a tattoo artist in my friend’s new town (Eugene, OR). There were not very many tattoo shops from which to choose. We finally found one that didn’t frighten us and an old hippie named Doug tattooed a shooting star on my wrist and a treble clef onto my friend’s neck. Thus began a small, very slow-growing, addiction. Thank goodness tattoos have gotten so popular.
Then last week I was in a shop and found this great idea. Look!
My mother made me many, many cute dresses when I was a little girl. Thankfully school photographers captured many of them. Angel is about to get to wear one. But which one??
Back onto Photoshop for some very rough drafts…
Now it is a matter of choosing which angle most captures my little kitty and which dress would have her looking her best. Please cross your fingers that my tattoo artist is willing! I have been told “no” plenty of times.