I've been on a roll with tattoos lately. I'd had a "wishlist", and I've been knocking those out since finding my little superstar of an artist, Melanie Milne. In October, I got a tattoo in honor of my dad, and I mentioned one was in the works in honor of my mom too.
My mother taught baton twirling in my early childhood. She can still pick up a baton and do some pretty impressive tricks with it. She taught me in my early years. We marched in parades and went to competitions. She was/is energetic and enthusiastic, and everyone loved/loves her.
|Me...during my baton twirling career|
I used to work with a guy that went to high school with my mom. He told me that when she took the field that all eyes were on her. He may have been slightly infatuated all those years later.
Fast forward...I'd always wanted a pin-up of some sort, and I wanted a tattoo inspired by my mother. Drum majors, majorettes, baton twirlers, and even pin-ups are "Americana" identities. It just seemed to work together. In fact, when I told my tattoo artist my idea, her reply was "that is sooo American, and I love it!"
So, here we are. She's working. I'm wincing (in pain). We're both singing to Eagles Greatest Hits vol.2 and talking about her recent trip to New Zealand.
And...the finished project...I just love her! (her as in the tattoo, my mom, and Mel, my artist)
My mom has her own sound when she sends me a viber message. I heard it as I was getting the tattoo. She asked what I was doing. So, I sent this in return. Let me clarify, my mom doesn't like my tattoos, so I had to tell her to not be mad.
Her response was that it was "nice", but she hoped the picture was just a drawing on paper and not on my body. Ha!
What do you do that drives your mother crazy?