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When a friend sends you a polka dot notebook wrapped in beautiful polka dot paper.. That’s just the absolute shizzle. Finally graced the pages with my words today @missmulberry1 ☺️📝 thank you so much 😘 and sorry for the belated post! x x x
Just to warn any guys who have clicked on this link hoping for a post about breasts; it is just about tattoos. I’m sorry. Please continue with perusing your latest issue of ‘Zoo’ magazine.
With the recent warm weather and the exposing of limbs left, right and centre, it has never been more prevalent that we are growing nation of tattooed people.
Whether it’s a full on sleeve, or a micro tattoo behind the ear – we’re all at it. After 2 years of hiding one of mine, and almost a year of hiding the other, I finally plucked up the courage to reveal them to my (very anti-tattoo) parents just the other day. One is the first two initials of my daughter’s name on the inside of my wrist and the other one is a line from my favourite song, ‘Blackbird’, by the Beatles. My mum reacted in a way that can only be associated with a Catholic Filipino woman – an over exaggerated gasp, shrieks and cries of “nooooo!” whilst shaking her head in disapproval and disappointment as if I had just announced I was joining a Satanic cult. Precisely why I hid them from her for so long. My dad’s reaction was in keeping with his stern British ex schoolteacher persona – a quiet and careful inspection of the quality of the tattoos, followed by just a few words, “well it’s your body”.
My body. Yep, MY body. I somehow managed to restrain myself from entering into a teenager style rant at them, and instead just walked quietly out of the room, knowing I would be leaving them to enter into a discussion about how I’ve “gone off the rails” or perhaps even “on the verge of a breakdown/mid 30’s crisis”. Luckily, nothing more has been said, so hopefully that is that.
I remember the first time I toyed with the idea of getting “inked”. I was 18, and on the textbook round-the-world backpacking trip that a lot of other 18 years old embark on because they either have no idea what the hell they are going to do now that they have left full time education, or because they want to have a break before starting another 3 years of education at University. In the surfer towns of the east coast of Australia there seemed to be an increasing amount of tattoo shops and sun tanned travellers having geckos and tribal patterns etched permanently onto their skin. One drunken night whilst discussing potential tattoos, I said to my travelling partner, “how about something to do with my birthday?” “oh my god YES that would be so cool, like, cos it’s 24/7” “yeah how about like ‘Naughty.. 24/7’?!”
THANK GOD I never went through with that ridiculous idea.
Anyway, I’m happy I waited till my 30’s to get tattooed and I am more than happy that both of them have a personal meaning. Whatever your tattoos, I’m sure most people’s tell a story, or have some kind of meaning… just for God’s sake, when choosing where you get tattooed, please make sure you either go on recommendation, or find somewhere that has a decent reputation.
Now, back to pinning to my ‘next tattoo ideas’ board on Pinterest…
Why you gotta be so muggy? #monochrome #spots #stripes #blackandwhite #mugs
Come on, everyone needs Flamingo glasses in their lives right? 😄 #flamingo #glasses #homeware #cute
Not everything in life is black and white, but my new bed set is. 😄 #blackandwhite #stripes #monochrome #home #bed #bedroom