Tattoo…you?

#334: Do you have a tattoo? If so, what’s the story behind your ink? If you don’t have a tattoo, what might you consider getting emblazoned on you skin?

I’ve always been in two minds about tattoos – I’d like to get one as the right designs can look really nice but on the other hand, not only do I face the dilemma of where it would go but ultimately will I regret it later when I’m old and wrinkly?!

That said, I was close to getting one last year after my Great Nan passed away. She’d been the head of the family for my entire life and at the amazingly grand age of 104, she was still an incredibly tough cookie who refused to give up her independence. Putting it simply, she was an inspiration to all of us who has very much been missed each and every day. In remembrance and as my own way of honouring her, I was looking to get a small ivy based design since her name was Ivy. One of the reasons I didn’t go through with it however, was because I couldn’t decide where to place it – I wanted to be able to see it, so that took my back out of the equation; I didn’t want to get it somewhere that would be affected by growth/child birth, which then excluded my middle; and then I also felt I couldn’t have it on any part of my wrist/arms as it may look unprofessional… this all just gave me a headache!

Take two

#12: Run outside. Take a picture of the first thing you see. Run inside. Take a picture of the second thing you see. Write about the connection between these two random objects, people, or scenes.

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I love the idea of today’s writing prompt although technically I didn’t go outside to take my picture as it is way too cold, so instead, whilst remaining in the warm, I pulled back the curtain and the first thing I saw was the ivy that is growing up the side of our garage. When I turned around, the second thing my eyes were drawn to was my brand new backpack hanging on the door. The relationship between the two is that my Great Nan, who sadly passed away last year, is called Ivy and shortly after she passed, we were just leaving the house to choose her some flowers and a butterfly flew past us, settling on our front door. It was the beginning of winter so butterflies shouldn’t have been around at that time, yet there it was. The same day, a butterfly had visited my grandparents landing on the front of their house too, and they live closer to London, so hardly ever see butterflies regardless of the season. We saw these two events as a sign that it was my Great Nan saying goodbye and telling us that she’s happy (she was 104 and a half, so was quite bored towards the end). Ever since then, I have accumulated a few items adorned with a beautiful butterfly print and this cool backpack is my latest addition!

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