As I’ve mentioned a few times, we don’t watch a lot of TV. When the cooler rainier months approach we do find ourselves muting more commericals than usual, but for the most part the TV is not on alot. However the other day when Sweet Daughter was here she was watching Miami Ink a ‘reality’ show about a tattoo parlor. I’ve seen this show advertised but never gave it a second glance, until the other day. And besides who am I to turn my back on ‘the learning channel’?
We sat down with her and started watching the show, then the next, and the next. These are hour long shows and there was a marathon on. Pretty soon we look up and Sweet Daughter has moved on to something else and here we are sitting in the living room watching the here’s and whys of people getting their various tattoos. I even found myself tearing up(as in crying not wreaking havoc) a couple of times when the tattoo recipient would go on and on about the memorial tattoo they wanted and it was actually quite touching. One particular young girl was getting a tattoo of two roses entwined with a banner that said, “Friends forever”. Her best friend had been killed in a car wreck and they both loved roses, so this was her way of not forgetting her best friend. We, I say we, I don’t really know if Sweet Husband was touched or not, but we were touched by the emotion that went into the tattoo thought process.
Another thing that was fascinating were the tattoo artists themselves. Someone would come in with a concept and these guys would say ‘give me a couple of hours’. They would then put pencil to paper and more often than not, they would come up with the perfect rendition of the concept the tattoo recepient wanted. Sometimes the people just wanted something cheesy, like the silhouette of the busty girl that we’ve all seen on the mudflaps of big trucks, but with wings, like an angel. mmm nice. That my friends is another level of classiness, that I can’t quite phatom.
Sweet husband asked us what sort of tattoos we would get to memoralize him if he met with an untimely death. Sweet Daughter didn’t even hesitate, “It would have to be an Xbox controller” But as you can see someone beat her to it, but in a different format.
I think that if I were to get a tattoo that meant something to me, other than one of my sweet husband, daughter or the cats, it would be like this, cuz I never met one I didn’t like.