A Tiny Tattoo.
So. If you don’t know me, I am a fairly conservative & simple girl. It’s a rare occasion when I bare my legs, bare my shoulders, bare my back, bare anything really. I pretty much stick to black, white, grey, & cream. Little to no accessories (minus the wedding ring of course). No nail polish, no lotion, no perfume. (Haha, I’m starting to feel a little grungy now.)
All that to say, I’ve been thinking & thinking & thinking… about getting a tattoo. Just a little one, mind you. But a significant one. It all started when we watched a few episodes of LA Ink. I got hooked. Tattoos became meaningful to me — a way to express something deep & profound in a permanent kind of way. When I first brought up the idea to S, he said that I needed to sit on it for one month (so I don’t do something on a whim & then kick myself for it later). It’s been three months.
I go back & forth, contemplating if I really want one, or if it’s a phase that will pass. But these pictures make me want one all the more:
I love the first one, even though (secret) it’s not really a tattoo… she did it with a sharpie. But it’s still beautiful in its simplicity. If I got one, I’d be inclined to do a snippet from Psalm 16, a passage that was really meaningful to me during a challenging period in my life. To me, Psalm 16 represents God’s goodness & faithfulness to me & is a sweet reminder of His grace in my life.
What do you think… should I do it?!