My 59-year-old, lily white skin is unblemished. Kind of. If one ignores the C-section incision, the old scraped knee scars, and a multitude of freckles, then my epidermis is almost pristine.
Recently, though, I’ve been considering the addition of a tattoo. It’s no longer taboo for a woman my age to consider getting inked (note the hip jargon) and a tat would be an interesting way to mark the end of my fifth decade on this earth.
Plus, I have a nephew who is an exceedingly talented tattoo artist. Russ Bagwell, and his wife Ashley, have a top notch studio, Royal Avenue Tattoo in Spring, Texas.
An example of Russ’s work on model Veronica Lowe.
Now lest you think I’ll be going all out like the young woman pictured above let me reassure you that I’m getting a very simple tattoo. I’ve asked Russ to design something special, but for now it’s a secret.
That being said, I had a realistic dream several nights ago in which I finally got to view my new ink. It was already on my body, just above my right hip. Apparently in the dream I hadn’t previewed the design, so I was somewhat shocked to find this:
I guess I am the softer side of Sears.
Russ Bagwell, I will be previewing my design.
Stay tuned. I might just come back with a bit of art.
Peace, people.
Praying for Eyebrowz 