Well, I have four now… maybe one “Ragretful” one, IYKYK.
The classic butterfly tramp stamp I thought I needed at a bike rally when I was 15. My mom was less than impressed, but I thought I was cool because I let a biker “vandalize my body,” as she said. She may have been more impressed with “mom” inside a heart, but back then I was way too cool for that.
I have a half sleeve I love—Rocky Mountain columbines to show my love for my home state, and tiger lilies to represent my son.
That story started on his birthday. Right before I went to the hospital to give birth, I bought myself a plant. Something told me I needed it. When I came home with my new baby boy, a plethora of bright orange tiger lilies had bloomed. It stuck as his flower ever since—and he even embraces it, buying me tiger lilies when he wants something.
But back to the question… if I were to get a new tattoo?
A mustache on my finger so I can disguise myself in awkward situations.
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