Colorful Scabs

Have you ever had flesh drop off in colorful little flakes of red, orange, yellow, green, blue and black?

Don't take it dirty. I'm talking about my tattoo.

When you get a tattoo, it's damage, and what happens when you damage your skin? Scabs. What happens to scabs? They flake off (that is if you can resist the child like impulse to rip them off, grr.) That's where I am. My shoulder itches so bad, heh. I've got flower petals peeling up as we speak, sounds awesome doesn't it? Sorry, I'm getting a kick out of the fact that I forgot that tattoos hurt when they heal and I forgot until after that yes, my shoulder is indeed a joint. I can't wait until the hubby gets his elbow or something done, just so he can feel my pain of stretching those scabs ever time he moves. Too bad he can't feel the awkwardness of only being able to wear one bra strap when you're a big D cup, ha!

I know a lot of people don't like tattoos, especially girls, that's fine. For me, it's beautiful, it's decoration, it's mine. I like the idea of dispelling the notion that tattoos can't be lady like. That's exactly what my current tattoo symbolizes for me. A physical manifestation of my feminine side. If you stripped me down to nothing, it would still be a part of me. It's kind of a powerful feeling when you think of it that way. It's a form of self expression and though I wouldn't recommend it to everyone, any sort of self expression is important.

One of the other tattoos I want, may seem silly to some but certainly not to me. I plan on getting a black cat, though not just any black cat. My first cat, the pet that was first mine. I had him ten years and two days, he was ten years eleven days when he died. Oddly specific, I know, but when you get a kitten at nine days old, you remember it. This cat meant the world to me, so much so the hubby and I actually got married on his birthday. Is that strange? I just want a silhouette, with a red collar. I've looked and looked for the right shaped silhouette, I haven't found it yet. My cat was short, stout and fat. At his heaviest he topped out at seventeen pounds and he had short, squat little legs. I think it's going to be hard to recreate that, especially with very few pictures of him. I'm willing to wait. It's a memorial, it's worth waiting for to get it right.

Because I've fallen in love with the shading of my hubby's tattoo, I'm now trying to think of something else to get that I could incorporate that quality of shading into. Since tattoos are permanent, this won't be a light task. I don't want it to just be cool, I want it to mean something to me, no regrets. Plus, where to get it? I still don't know where I want my fat little kitty, let alone a piece so fresh in my thoughts.

I didn't mean to write a big post about all this, I've already written about my new body decoration. I just can't help it if it made me want more even as I sit here and poorly resist the urge to scratch. (I pulled off a leaf, is that bad?)