![]() ![]() Too bad for Naomi her evil twin hasn’t changed at all. She was riding to the rescue of her estranged twin to Knockemout, Virginia, a rough-around-the-edges town where disputes are settled the old-fashioned way…with fists and beer. Naomi wasn’t just running away from her wedding. Knox doesn’t tolerate drama, even when it comes in the form of a stranded runaway bride. Unless you count his basset hound, Waylon. So the unfinished story of this badass inked up babe, will have some more interesting tidbits to tell.Bearded, bad-boy barber Knox prefers to live his life the way he takes his coffee: Alone. But I’d also like to fill my list with things I haven’t done yet. But it has left me wondering… What is on my bucket-list?! I need to make one… Because I would like to feel successful in life, I think I’ll start my bucket-list with things I’ve already done – so I’m now going to add, Get A Tattoo, to the top of my bucket-list. I was asked today if I had it done as a bucket-list thing and I immediately said, No!! Because I didn’t. So tattoo pain is like real estate – it’s all about location, location! Thankfully I only wanted five words – not the normal 1000+ I tend to dribble out… I did ask for numbing cream when the text was done (I had it done over two sessions – not because I piked out… but because I kept wanting more bits added!) But to be honest, the tattoo with the numbing cream hurt more than the bits I had done today. My husband now calls me his badass inked up babe, which is so not me… If days get dark, it is a visual reminder I’ve been there before and I made it through. I feel like I’ve made a statement to myself. Now – I am not as silly as I might look… The tattoo fits nicely under my wristwatch, so should I be out and about and meeting people who I would rather not discuss tattoos (or mental health) with, it is very easy to cover up.ĭespite it being very early days (I’ve had a tattoo for a measly five hours so far… It is in fact, still wrapped in clingwrap…) I am extremely happy. So I have the text and semicolon across my wrist with the recovery symbol on the back. Then when playing around on Pinterest I discovered an eating disorder recovery symbol and I wanted that too. Partly to stop me wanting to cut into my wrist (it won’t necessarily stop me… But after going to the effort of getting a tattoo, I don’t want to ruin it now!) ![]() Partly for the statement and the reminder. Then as I read more I found the phrase My Story Isn’t Over Yet popping up all the time in relation to the semicolon project, and I felt a strong resonation with that. I read about the semicolon project sometime ago and was going to get a semicolon – to remind myself that despite chronic suicidal ideation last year – and the firm plans I had in place – I am still here. In fact mostly I thought tattoos were a silly thing to do – I mean who would do something so permanent to their body? That’s certainly the message I’ve been sending to my children for 20+ years! Then on my birthday last month, I suddenly felt an overwhelming urge to get a tattoo. ![]() Never in my entire life had I ever (ever, ever, ever…) considered getting a tattoo. I remember my dad thinking it bizarre I wanted my ears pierced at 16. They were just sort of – average really… Piercing, body modifications and tattoos just weren’t our cup of tea. I grew up in a pretty normal, conservative, middle-class household. ![]()
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