So my blog/journal is
called Booboos to Tattoos,
so I thought I’d cover the tattoo aspect of my daughter’s life. There’ve been a
number of booboos, but that’s for a later time.
She has always been
fascinated with the tattoo and piercing subculture—and has always been very
artistic with a mind to match. When she was in middle school, she bought
herself tattoo magazines, which inspired her to sketch unusual designs on her
notebook. When I was that age, I doodled 3-D boxes and houseplants. She drew
bleeding hearts and snarling demons. I thought for sure a teacher would notice
and alert the principal!
She snuck her first tattoo
at 16—a large, unfinished swirly thing on her left flank, followed by a clunky
tongue piercing that hit her teeth when she talked. Dummy me, I didn’t notice
for a long time (in my defense, she was an expert-level sneak and liar in those
days). I’m sure I eventually wrote about both when I found out.
