My Someday Tattoo

The other day I was sitting in French class, waiting for it to end so I could go home, and happened to doodle a little chain thingy. The original drawing was on the back of a test, so I recreated it with my wacom tablet.

It just so happened that my paper was set to a sort of peachy colour. Then I realized that it would be perfect for a tattoo. I have always said that I would never get a tattoo, that I couldn't do something that permanent to my body.

But the more that I think about it, I want to get a tattoo. I don't think that I will just go out and get one for the sake of getting a tattoo, but someday, I will get one to commemorate something.

I may not be able to get it for another several years (you have to be something like 18 to get one without a parent's consent, and my mum would never agree to a tattoo), but I know that one day, I will get that design tattooed unto my collar bones. Yes, my collar bones. The tattoo will be high enough to be shown off easily, but low enough to cover when necessary. And I love collar bones. I find them rather attractive, strange as it may sound.

I also sort of want to get something done on the underside of my wrist/wrists, but I have no idea what. Maybe an infinity sign, or a celtic knot.

Love, Rosie

PS: If you are interested in seeing the pictures I have been taking lately, please check out my new blog, Exposure Extraordinaire. (You should also check it out if you want to read about my "deep" thoughts, or you want to see pictures of a stuffed cat)

Another Post With No Actual Content

Today has really been insane. I was working on my tech project when our internet shut off without explanation. Then my brother managed to break the faucet on the kitchen sink, and we had to make dinner using the bathroom and bedroom sinks. Washing mushrooms next to your bed is very strange, for the record. Then my parents and brother drove 45 minutes each way to get a new faucet, and I helped my dad and brother fix the sink. Then the internet came back on, and life is good again.

I found this picture today, and I realized I have been planning on sharing it since I drew it in art class last may. I went on to make a mask out of it, which is a complete failure, but I love the sketch.

I drew the eyes like this to represent all the times when we see things, and yet don't see them. I guess a better way to put it would be that we look at things, but we don't really think about what they mean.

It has fangs to represent all the people who use you, and suck the happiness out of your life.

Thoughts? Requests?

Love, Rosie