The day before my first tattoo

And I’m feeling weird about it.

I called my mom the other night to tell her that school pictures of the girls were in, and asked when we should get together next. Her answer was this Sunday, three days after the tattoo appointment that will forever leave this cute celtic owl attached to my forearm along with the celtic numerals for “nineteen.”

My mom is against the whole tattooing thing. I expertly avoided the whole what I would be doing Thursday afternoon convo with her this evening, but when Sunday comes, my choices are to wear long sleeves, or to shock the crap out of her by showing her the owl tattoo.

You people know me too well, and you know I’m going to show her the owl tattoo.

This picture on the side is only an example of a celtic owl, the one I’m getting will obviously be a bit different, but I’m really looking forward to seeing what Corral of River City Ink and Steel is going to do with it.

SO EXCITED.

And nineteen is so many things, the year I married my husband, the year I had my first child, the number of the office for C4 (not even kidding), and the name of this song by Tegan and Sara, which means everything to me. I wouldn’t be who I am today without nineteen and so on Thursday, I will be branded with the number forever.

Enjoy the song, it’s one of my favourites.


Cheers,
Rhi