Tattoos

There's a lot of talk about bikinis on the internet... whether we are "allowed" to wear them or not. If you want to wear one and you're comfortable in one... f+n wear one!

Now... tattoos... that's a little tougher.

Personally, I like them. There are some "trendy" ones from the 90s that I still can't stand only because they didn't speak to the person that got ink'd. The tramp stamps (right where the spine meets the butt) are still popular for a certain aged girl. You know, the age where they feel that the rest of us should no longer wear bikinis (I heard that, you little whipper snapper). I do, however love the tattoos that express the inner makings of the person who chose this form of art.

Oh yeah... I said it... ART!

They are still socially unacceptable among a lot of people I call "friends" which is why I have been thinking for a long time about getting new friends. I always think about the fact that eight years ago, nobody knew me as Mrs. Jones. But here I am now and nobody knows Sugar. Well, that's not entirely true. I still have a large tribe that wouldn't blink about a tattoo. They did, however, make thumbs up or down comments about the nose ring, but they got over it. Getting a tattoo would solidify that Sugar and Jones go together. Like Chocolate and Peanut Butter. Alone, tasty... together... mmmmmmmmmmm.....

I was listening to a radio show this morning in LA. It seems that Firemen and all Emergency personell have to cover their tats. They said before covering them, they never got any comments. Now with bandages all over their arms, they are getting all kinds of questions, drawing more attention to the non-visible markings than before. Some guys are even being made to wear long sleeves in the summer. I thought about a guy I used to work with that had sleeved his arms with tattoos. He was an exec, so the art was always covered with his suits and shirts. But on Casual Fridays, he still covered up choosing to wear long-sleeved jerseys because of our conservative environment. I thought he was going against his true self by doing that, but hey, everyone's gotta pay the mortgage.

My daughter has a tattoo. I completely supported her decision to get it. Her father, on the other hand, was calling her repeatedly right up until she walked in to get inked. I'm surprised he didn't show up with a militia at the last second to rescue her from what he considered the worst mistake of her life. He was really upset. He was even more enraged when she told him that "Mom's cool with it." (As if we needed that to bring us even closer...) He didn't seem to understand what she was truly doing. All he could think was that she was going to look like a gang member and would now begin living a life of crime, I guess. She came out with the word "Lael" in script on her left forearm for all the world to see. Lael means:

Belonging to God

So now what would you think about a tattoo that says "Surrender" on the shoulder of a woman who has learned that she needs to live in constant surrender and would like to have that outward sign of her promise to herself and to God permanently inked to her body?

I think it'll look great with my bikini.

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City Girl's cool tat.

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