My step-sister, Cinderella, organised a birthday picnic lunch on Saturday for my nephew's first birthday. She'd invited a few of her friends who have also manufactured sprogs in assorted shapes and sizes. Cinderella is a lovely girl and her friends are pretty decent types too. It was a warm and sunny day and one of her girlie mates, a mere slip of a thing still in her mid 20s, was wearing a top that plunged at both the front and back. With a body like hers I'd be plunging everywhere too.
Just as we were leaving I happened, for the first time, to be standing with this particular girl's back to me. Only then did I notice that she has tattooed across the top of her back her and her husband's name and what I assume was the date they got married. One should avoid standing around goggling at other people at social events, but since she couldn't see me I goggled away.
Seemed like a pretty risky move to me. Though she's clearly not a totally reckless young filly. I was pleased to note that she'd chosen to immortalise the event in a classic and elegant font. Nobody can tell me she lacks style.
6 comments:
so that's avec serif?
how come I don't have that faith in what the universe is going to dish up for me?
I always scorn the decision (usually made by people of the chigger persuasion) to tattoo the name/s of one's child/ren prominently on forearms or calves. Do they need two-inch-high gothic lettering to remember how many wild oats they've sown? Do they call their children 'shut up, you little shit!' so often they're in danger of forgetting their real names?
P.S. My brother and sister have tattoos. Just not (as) stupid ones :)
Is it mean of me to think that maybe she hopes it will ensure that he remembers their anniversary? I have a mental image here that I don't really want. Did she leave room to ink the date of their divorce?
There was a story in the Adelaide Traumatiser about a week ago about just that thing. Mama had had her two daughters' names tattooed on her back along with, if memory serves me correctly, a handbag, a stiletto-heeled pump and a lipstick. Sooo much classier than your average tramp stamp. I was a bit disappointed that she hadn't called her daughters Moe'esha and Isis-Lavender, though.
Lonie Polony: indeed, I am not knocking the general principle of the tattoo; just certain styles. Like getting "maldicion off" tattoooed across your forehead.
New Girl: wot mental image? You mean each time she turns her back to him when she's wearing a low-cut-in-the-back top??
Redcap: You're forced to admit it - that woman had standards.
I do not think new girl had imagined she had any kind of top on.
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