I've been thinking about getting a tattoo for many years. Until now, I never had an idea that appealed to me enough to want it permanently etched into my skin. Also, I wasn't sure if I would puss out when it came right down to it.
Yesterday was my second wedding anniversary with the Millionaire and we decided to start an anniversary tradition: tattoos. I've been imagining the one I want, in the spot I wanted it for a month or so, and felt pretty good about. I even went so far as to buy a pair of shoes specifically to accommodate my tattoo. Today, I sucked it up and my babe and I got matching tattoos (same image, different color/spot)
Some photos by the Millionaire, while I was writhing (but not crying!) on the table. Some photos by yours truly
Before (with specially selected shoes!)