I've never really been crazy about tattoos.
My kids both have "ink," and I always tried to remain neutral about their choices in that realm -- but the truth is that I always thought they were just perfect exactly the way they came into the world. I never thought that the tattoos improved their looks one bit.
So. It was a surprise to me when, in response to a post that kaya made about searching for a suitable tattoo a little while back, that I got caught by my very own intense tattoo frenzy. Me. Wanting. This tattoo (or one very like it):
I somehow cannot get that lovely piece of bodyart out of my head. Probably an old lady fantasy. But wow. Just wow!