Well, I must admit that I love tattoos. Mr. Sweetie has a few and I have a couple of smaller ones that I adore.
But I’ve been wanting this for a few years.
It’s a popular one and I think it is absolutely stunning. Man Ray ROCKS. And it is such a beautiful play on the female body.
BUT…. Well, last year, while I was changing for Christmas, my mother came into my room and after a few minutes of idle chatter, she lowered her voice and took my hand and said, “Leslie, can you promise me something?” For a moment there, I felt nervous–thinking it might be something involving my parents will, or some heart-renderingly painful mother-daughter conversation that I’ve been fearing for my whole life, but has never happened.
“Leslie, promise me you’ll never get another tattoo. It’s just not ladylike.”
I laughed and said she was crazy, but she wouldn’t drop it until I promised her I would never get another tattoo. Now I’ve never thought of my mother as a conservative person. She’s a registered Democrat, pro-choice, recycles, won’t drive down Bush Street–a true blue liberal, but she just couldn’t get over the fact that her daughter had a tattoo. Perhaps she thinks I’ll give up my job and go join a motorcycle gang. Perhaps she thinks getting tattoos can lead to HIV. I think it’s just a matter of taste tho.
But I can’t break a promise. Could you say no this this little lady? Or her escort, the dapper Preston, her youngest grandchild? Doesn’t she look glamorous?
But anyway, I am knitting. Seriously tons. I have finished baby sweater to show as well as other ones that I’m working on.
So stay tuned!
