I recently attended a family celebration. A large number of the guests were young teens. A talented friend of my eldest grandson was hired to hand paint temporary tattoos. I decided to join the long lineup and get tattooed. Why would I do this? I guess for fun and to impress and amuse the grandchildren.
I asked the tattoo lady how long it would last. She said two weeks. but because of a combination of the background noise created by the DJ and the exuberant dancers and my aging ears, I heard two days. Hmm two days . Thats fine. I figured I could keep it covered for that short time, so my peers wouldn’t tsk tsk me or worse yet talk about me.
I chose a long stemmed red rose to be applied and painted on my collar bone. It was only a couple minutes before the news circulated around the room that the grandma had a tattoo. Everybody came to inspect and admire it. I felt like a celebrity.
I am getting quite attached and proud of that rose. I am considering getting a permanent tattoo –maybe even two or three or four or more and maybe some body piercings . I might even buy a Harley, join a biker group and tour the country. Who says life can’t begin in the seventies!!