Tattoos & Titties

 As usual, Blog day showed up without me having any clue what I wanted to talk about. Before I sat down and opened the page to begin writing I had a dozen different ideas run through my head and I'm sure I will touch on those topics at some point. Today, however, I've decided to share a little about my mindset when it comes to my body; specifically, my tattoos.

There was a time in my life where I would have said that tattoos were not for me. The older I got the more my mind changed until one day I decided to just fucking do it. Now, I touched briefly on the fact that I have an older brother and we've had our moments of getting along great and other times, eh, not so well. (That has definitely changed the older we've gotten.) I haven't always thought my brother had any idea what he was doing, but when it comes to tattoos, there is no question that he has a great deal of experience.

So, on a solo trip home about eight years ago I picked up my phone, sent a text to my brother, and then crossed my fingers that I wouldn't chicken out. As usual, my brother looked out for me, and not only did he tell me the best artist to go to, but came with me when I got it done. So yeah, now we can blame my alcohol and tattoo addictions on my brother. Kidding! I'm just kidding! (Yes, he bought me my first alcohol, too.)

I can hear you all now, "What did you get, Shell?" I wanted something that was me, something that represented where I'm from, how I was raised, and something that was a life-long passion for me. Now, not many people would have made my choice, but here is my first tattoo and I love it.

Kentucky born, Kentucky proud, and Kentucky will always be home to me. In my house, basketball was religion and, of course, we rooted for the University of Kentucky. We didn't miss a game if it could be helped and I'll be honest, there were years that I don't know how my mother's coffee table survived. We are very passionate about our team. 

It was several years before I was in a position to get my next tattoo even though I desperately wanted another. Actually, it was just in February of this year that I made that appointment and a few short months later I got my next decoration. Here we have left and right inner arm, respectively.

My tattoo artist up here is AMAZING! Now, you may ask, "Why the music?" I am a music junkie. I'm a musician. I can't live my life without music. So the left arm is a nod to how much music means to me. The right arm? Well, this happens to be the beginning sheet music to my most favorite song to play on the piano. Yes, I put a Motley Crue song on my arm. Sue me, but Home Sweet Home is my go-to when I find time to sit down and tickle the ivories.

So, now we're going to get to the meat of this whole ridiculous post. I'm getting ready to get my next tattoo and I'm freaking excited! I'm just waiting on a call from Tres (my tat guy) so that I can drive the better part of an hour to get to him and get myself back under that needle. I'm sure you're thinking, "Well, that's cool, Shell, but what's the big deal?"

The big deal is that this next tattoo has caused some controversy in my house. Not the fact that I'm getting another one, not even what I'm getting. No, the problem seems to be with where I'm getting this next glorious expression of myself. Where am I getting it? Well, right here.

Yes, I'm getting a cleavage tattoo. What's the big deal? I've been told that I'm ruining my cleavage. I, on the other hand, think it will look amazing. What am I getting? A strand of forget-me-nots. Why? My standard and never-changing answer is that I have great breasts and nobody should forget them. (Have I mentioned that I'm full of shit? No? Well, yes, I am.)  Actually I just really love the flower and think it is beautiful. And what was my response to ruining my cleavage? "Well, damn. I guess I'll just have to play with them myself." Yes, I'm back to that no longer give a shit attitude of mine.

So my question to you is, is this really such a big deal? Leave me your comments. Leave me your opinions. I would love to know your thoughts!

As always...

Much love from me to you!

Shelly (a/k/a Dawn Love)