I got inked Monday.
Not because “everyone’s doing it”. Not because lots of the rock bands I follow have tattoos. Not because of some mid-life crisis.
I did it because I wanted to.
It’s something I half thought of when I was younger but too fucking scared of what my mum would say (I still am a bit which is why I ain’t told her yet). Then I got a case of the ‘normals’ and became a model mother – though not housewife :-).
Anyhow, I always watch LA Ink etc when I can and have been fascinated for a while just couldn’t think what to get. Huh, my brain must have been asleep. One of the constant interests in my life has been Egyptian mythology. I’ve worn an ankh for over 18yrs for fuck’s sake. So that’s what I had done but intersected with the heart I drew for me business logo as that also has lots of meaning for me.
When it’s properly healed, though I must say it looks damned fine as it is, I will get daughter to take a pic.





