…I’ve always been a little scared to get a tattoo. I have a needle issue and then there was the prospect of having something on my body that I couldn’t remove. Hair color grows out, ear piercings can heal but tattoos are forever. I’ve also never had something I was willing to tattoo onto myself, never had something I was willing to spend the rest of my life looking at.
Then, last year while I was talking to Amy during a fiber fest, I told her that I was thinking about getting a tattoo. Then I said, “I’m thinking about getting a bee.” She looked at me and said, “you *need* a bee.” And that was that. ;o)
There were other conversations with other friends and all of those helped solidify her statement and my resolve to put on my big girl pants and give this tattoo thing a whirl. So, I now have a bee.
You might recognize it if you’ve ever purchased a bag from me at a fiber festival. This is the stamp I use for the back of my hang tags. Why did I choose this, you ask? To remind myself that I can build something from nothing, with perseverance, hard work and a lot of sweat equity.
…and now, because it took (literally) five minutes and it barely hurt, I’m already thinking about getting another one. ;o) hehe