Star Struck

i got my tatt last night. friday the 13th. done on a spur of the mo, thanks to T who very randomly at 8am smses me while i'm struggling with monkey boy on our daily trek to his school bus. she says (and i'm paraphrasing),"beautiful day for a tatt. let's do it." she had the foresight to know that i'm a sucker for anything out of the norm. i agreed.

i was totally distracted the whole day at the office as i toggled between work and excitement. so much so, i had to bring work home to do (of which i am procrastinating doing as i write this blog!) but that is beside the point. i designed the tatt at the office with powerpoint, did a printout and showed it to the tattooist. he enlarged it a little, we discussed colours and the next thing i knew, he was pulling my top off my left shoulder. it happened so quickly, i was expecting it to hurt but i guess once you've had 3 kids naturally, a tattoo is a walk in the park.

every tatt has a story, and this is mine. i decided that it should be meaningful and abt family. i like stars which represent spirit and inspiration, and that's who my family are to me. the big red star is hubs. red inside coz of the love he has for me. the bottom most, with the pink center, is princess angel girl. the two black stars with the blue middle are the boys. notice how they are angled a little off coz they are both cheeky kids. the double lined one is me - i like being different : ). the 3 tiny black ones are there just for aesthetic balance.

T took me by surprise, but i'm sooo eff-ing glad she did. i really like my tatt. i can't stop looking at it. to me, it's gorgeous. i'm already planning for my tatt-2 and tatt-3.

ps - da godma took these shots today. thanks babe!