MY TATTOO

No, I don’t have a tattoo, but I want one.  I have carried the artwork with me for one or two years now.  Even stopped into a “tattoo parlor” once and was told, first: they weren’t open that day (though the door was open); second: I’d have to make an appointment; and third: the design I had was very complicated and it would be very expensive to duplicate.

Curtiss JN

Actually, all I want is the silhouette, not all the shadings. And why this particular art?  Well, I like old planes.  This is one of the Curtiss JN (“Jenny”) models that flew during World War I.  l wrote a book titled “Cloud Busters” about a man who could fly everything from Jennys to jets. His first plane was an early Jenny.

So I’m set on the artwork.  Now, about that tattoo parlor.  They obviously didn’t want my business. Perhaps they thought I was too old.  To that I could counter that young folks who get tattoos can expect their skin to sag as the years go by.  Well, my skin has probably sagged as much as it’s going to, so the image won’t become distorted as I continue to age.

The question is, if I am certain about this tattoo, why haven’t I done it? Why haven’t I found another “parlor” and submitted my skin to this attack?  (Whoa, that’s harsh.)

Perhaps it’s because of my mother.  When I was in high school it seemed that all my friends were getting their ears pierced.  “Only gypsies have pierced ears,” she would say.  Repeatedly.  It was only a few years after my oldest child was born that I noticed my mother’s ears were pierced. “The earrings are better,” she explained.  So, before that same child of mine was married I bit the bullet and had my ears done as well.  Mother didn’t mention gypsies.

Early on she would have put tattoos in the same category as piercings.  But I think  there was a time when she would have decided that in order to stay current with her classes – she was a teacher – she would get a tattoo.  The art work would have been an open book or something along that line. My mother was “with it.”

So I’m torn.  Should I be an early version of my mother or a more modern one?  (Everybody has a tattoo these days.)

My husband says don’t do it.  But my granddaughters are urging me on. They already think I’m pretty cool, if that expression is still viable.  And I certainly want to continue to be cool.  So I told them that one day I would surprise them and just go do it then put the results on my Facebook page.  I’m sure it’s a photo they would “share.”

Maybe I like talking about it better than doing it. But I still carry the artwork, and I still notice the location of tattoo parlors.  Yes, l think it will happen.  My tattoo.