Ink!

Oh dear.  The urge for another tattoo is upon me!  I get these stirrings from time to time, much like the feeling that I must diet, but unlike dieting, the tattoo urge usually bears fruit, well, ink!  I would like a big red poppy, it being one of my favourite flowers, but as usual am not sure where it should be placed.  My husband is not a fan of tattoos, and requests that I have them done in a non public place.  (Don't think he means my backside!)  My father hates them, always tutting sorrowfully when daughter number one visits him.  She has stars along both collar bones, which meet, and both her feet are colourfully adorned.  Ironically, the one my Dad could probably forgive, it being very subtle, is a bow between her shoulder blades, and rarely seen!  I live in fear, yes, even at the grand old age of 18, that he will spot mine.  How he hasn't is beyond me, being on my ankles, but maybe he just ignores them.  I worry that when I bend over for some reason he will spot the mole on my back, the one in question being a tattooed mole coming up out of a molehill, rather than one of the actual moles I possess!  I wanted one around the base of my thumb long before they became fashionable, and only held back because of my job.  Anyway, I will work on this project, designing and planning, and of course saving, until I feel all is perfect and ready for execution.  Watch this space!