Ink…

…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