My tattoos, I love them. I really do. Most of them are old and faded but they tell a little story about me, or several stories. I told myself I would not get any more but I can't help myself. I adore them. My newest is the camera on my wrist which is so special to me for many reasons. I got it this summer in Ohio from a very talented and sweet fella named Matt Clemmer. Me and my sis Jenny had them done together. I had Matt put E=MC2 in the camera for my kiddos. Then there is a tiny N tucked away on it for Nate. I have to say that that one is my fav.
I have a ring of flowers around my ankle that I got in Little Five Points in Atlanta. I got this tattoo after my dad died. It represented life to me, and after years of trying to kill myself I needed reminding, That life is something beautiful, not to be taken for granted, but cherished. I got three in New Orleans while in grad school. I got a "w" for my dad William but upside down it is an "m" for my grandmother Mary. I got a butterfly near my neck, I realized in New Orleans that I had wings and should not be afraid to fly. I also got a Chinese symbol meaning spirit or soul on my low back, after years of studying many religions I found home in Christianity.
These tattoos go much deeper then their faded ink, I was sad, troubled, happy or healed and they are my witnesses to that, my special little badges just for me.
What girl doesn't love jewelery? I love bracelets, the chunkier the better. I wear them stacked a lot of the time. Tights and crazy socks are my weakness also. Love to wear em' with boots or heels. They are fun, funky and colorful and make me smile. I can't get enough of scarves, especially during the colder months. It is pretty chilly here in Missiouri...time to break out the hats too.
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