Comes a time in a 40-year old woman's life, when her 40-year old peers, lifetime girlfriends, gang together and decide to get tattoos. We've come a long way since calling Kentucky Fried Chicken and asking the guy if he has chicken legs, haven't we?
It's not that I haven't considered the idea. It's just that I'm not sure whether it's lack of courage or common sense that keeps me from committing to it.
I can't even find a PURSE I like for more than 3 weeks, and I think I can decide on a tattoo?
I design and layout college textbooks for a living, and we recently set a book (on deviance, of all things) that had an article on the sociological reasons folks get tattoos, and the circumstances leading up to them. Commonly a group endeavor, spur of the moment. Women: Post-divorce, to mark their new-found independence.
Sociologically speaking then, 2 of us are relatively freshly single, and one of us is relatively freshly giddy-in-love with her future husband. My decision will be well thought out: I've been turning down the idea for years.
A celtic cross? A sun? A yin-yang? I'd want something relatively representative... On..my shoulder? My hip? the back of my neck, hidden under my hair, peek-a-boo style? My son reminds me that I'll someday be a little old lady and will probably wear my hair short...that's something to think about.