08/08/2022

It's been several years actually

getting the tats I want . . . the

first was for my 40th birthday.

My daughter held my hand the

entire time. My latest, today at

72, my guy sat there without

holding my hand. Naughty boy!

Originally, I had two depicting

my beliefs, but I wanted cats!

Thirteen wild cats, each of a 

different species. Today, I got

my thirteenth gato salvaje.

I've used the same tattoo artist

over the years. I loved how he

asked me on my way out today

if I was in for a few more. Of

course I responded, two more

I do want one on each forearm

honoring our Lunar Lady and 

Mr. Sun.

Takes a bit of time, not only to

save up the shekels, but to psyche

oneself up to deal with the pain.

Still, you're left with something

you've wanted for a long time 

and something you quite love.

Such fun and loving it!

skin is for decor 

ever so much space for art

loving me my tats