Monday, November 10, 2008
I have two tattoos. First came a small red and black butterfly on my lower back. I got that with my friend Molly when we are about 19 years old. Molly got a simple black crane on her foot. In retrospect, her tattoo is far cooler than mine, but I still really like my little butterfly.
I think it was junior year in college when I got my second tattoo; perhaps it was senior year. I can't really remember. I do recall obsessing over the design and placement for a long time before actually getting the tattoo. It is a black line drawing of several tiny tulips, cascading around the edge of my right foot. I drew those tiny tulips on my foot with a black Sharpie pen over and over and over. After weeks of contemplation I went to a tattoo shop in Rochester, NY with a guy named Aaron and had those tulips inked into my foot forever. A few months after recieving this tattoo my Grandmother told me that my tulips actually look like sperm (yes, my Grandmother said that). I have never looked at this tattoo the same way since. I have wondered, though, why none of my so-called friends told me that my floral line drawing looked more like ejaculate than tulips. That would have been nice to know before I took that trip to Rochester. (To their credit my girlfriends have saved me from several other poor choices I nearly made. So I suppose I can overlook the tattoo issue)
Here I am nearly ten years later and itching for a new tattoo. I'm also not especially fond of my tulip/sperm so I am considering having it reworked. I'm not sure what to cover it up with and I am worried that I'll make another poor tattoo decision, so I am once again back to sketching designs on my foot with a Sharpie. I'd love to somehow incorporate a way to honor my husband and kids - maybe just a subtle, symbolic element - but fear that I will end up with a huge mural on my foot. So far I've come up with nada. If any of you lovely readers have a brilliant idea, please share. I will shower you with goodies from the Tulaloo Shop.