For those of you that don't know me, I love tattoos. I never cared much about them before I married my husband. I always admired other women with tattoos and commented on theirs (when they looked good, because lets face it...there are some BAD tattoos out there), but never seriously thought about getting one. My big rebellion was getting my tongue pierced when I turned 18...and I kept that sucker for 4 years! I never did the belly ring, they're not my thing and I have a huge fear of snagging it on my clothes. Little nose rings I always thought were cute, but I don't really think I have the nose for it.
Either way, when I married Edwin he only had 1 tattoo. On our 1 year anniversary he decided to get another, and I decided to get my first. He drew up a cute design for me and I got it on my lower back...yes I have a "tramp stamp", and NO I don't regret it in the least. It's simple and basic, but it will always remind me of my husband (without having his name on me...I'm not down with that). They say after your first tattoo you're hooked, and damn if that isn't true. Next I got one on my foot that matches one Edwin got on his inner arm, then I got one on my inner wrist. I have to say, I like the surprised look I get from people when they notice I have tattooS, it always makes me giggle. Don't let the skinny jeans and Coach bag fool you!
Edwin has since gotten a few and will be going in August to get his 1/2 sleeve. He may as well, he has several on that one arm as it is. With all this talk about tattoos and watching NY Ink constantly, I've gotten the bug again and I'm thinking I want just one more. I've been toying with the idea to get something that has to do with Peyton since she was born, but I've finally made the decision to do it. I didn't want to get her name, so I really had to do some hunting to decide what I wanted. I think I've finally got it decided, but I'm not going to reveal anything just yet. I will say it's going on the back of my neck and this will be my LAST...I'm pretty sure at least!