…and by “do it,” I mean get a tattoo. I have gone back and forth about this for many years. I have entered at least three tattoo parlours with possible intentions. (One was kinda scary and late at night in Las Vegas, so I’m glad I didn’t “do it” there. While alcohol might be involved in the process, I don’t think it should be an integral portion of the decision making.
The tattoo I want to get is an elephant. When I was a kid, I remembered just about everything, and Mother started calling me an elephant, as they are said to have excellent memories. That started the collecting as a child. While the collection has been downsized a bit, I still am so glad to have it. The items I have from each of my Grandmothers are elephants. One is a teapot, the other a rather large ceramic one brought by my great aunt from Viet Nam.
Here is the dilemma: The elephant must be simple enough to fit on my ankle. The elephant cannot resemble the republican party symbol. The elephant must have its trunk up (as trunks down are considered unlucky in some cultures, and frankly, why risk it?) The elephant can’t be too cutesie like Dumbo–nor can it be too realistic looking as I fear that would require a larger piece of my pelt than I want to involve.
Last night I looked at a gazillion (or so) elephants, and actually had better luck than I had had in the past. If wordpress allows me, I will include them here for feedback. At least one of them is in color (blue), if my elephant is in color it will be dark purple. Please be brutally honest about what you think. This will end up on my “permanent record” so to speak. I welcome any additional pictures you might find. I also need to know what a chicken-shit nurse (it is a proven fact that redheads experience more pain than the general population–perhaps that is why we inflict it as well) needs to know about how to choose a tattoo artist. I’m thinking that the dudes and chicks at Miami Ink are already booked way far out.
Here are the ones I have so far…