I flipping love tattoos. I always have, I certainly hope I always will. I think that the right body art in the right body place can be personal, look classy and make you just that little bit more interesting. My planned tat will hopefully take place Freshers Week of Uni, as soon as I’m out and off from the watchful eyes of my parents (sorry, Mum). Despite the whole unconditional love thing they have said that getting a tat whilst living under their roof will result in me promptly being kicked out from under that roof. An empty threat perhaps but either way, I’d rather not fly the nest under a black cloud.
I’m planning to get the word ‘freedom’ in lower case italics down my left side decorated in ivy. ‘Ooh that’s gonna cain!’, ‘That’ll be mas
sive for your first!’ and ‘On your ribs – you’re brave!’ have been the standard comments I’ve received having told various people about my plans. I personally think it will be fine. I have a high pain threshold and if I hate it – nobody ever has to see it! My entire left side isn’t really the first thing I expose as I head out the door, thus, when I’m 80, old and wrinkly having popped out a couple of babes along the way, nobody will ever have to see it! On the other hand if I love it, crop tops and bikinis here I come! Good plan, if I do say so myself.