So. Remember me telling you about going to Pioneer Girls and that sleepover? Remember me telling you about the "inner beauty" speech and the thought of "hmmmm. I should go get that tattoo I've been thinking about for 18 months"?
Well. I was in the shower thinking and bam.
I had made up my mind.
If a person doesn't agree with my choices now, there's no way in hell that getting a tattoo is going to change that for the better.
Like, my mother is ALWAYS going to have that little disapproving tone in her voice no matter what I do.
So, I might as well stop being so bloody afraid of other people and be true to myself.
I emailed my tatt artist, asking for a specific day. (Which is a good 2 months in the future, so hopefully *fingers crossed* she's not too booked up yet. )
I asked Hubby to take the day off work so he can come with me.
Eeeee! I can't believe this is getting into motion!
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