The tattoo bug has bitten me and is currently burrowing under my skin. Okay, so that happened probably well before I got my first tattoo at 19. But I'm feeling it big time all of a sudden. It seems I haven't had a major itch to get more ink for more than a year-and-a-half. Honestly, I'm impressed that I was able to quell the urge at the time. I don't even think I considered it last year for my birthday.
It's been more than three years since I got my last tattoo. I really am due for another one. However, this is probably a bad time to be thinking about getting a new one, what with me starting a job search and all. The three options on file in my brain could all be a bit difficult to to cover up. The bracelet on my right wrist would be tough for sure. Given that I tend to wear my hair up to give myself some air of pulled-togetherness on interviews, the Celtic tree of life on the back of my neck would be a particularly poor choice at the moment. The family crest on the inside of my right forearm might be the best option.
I've been toying with the family crest for a while now. I'd thought about putting it on the outside of my left ankle, but that just wasn't working for me. Plus, there is a good bit of yellow in it, so I have never been sure it would work all that well with my skin tone. At least I've finally decided where to put it. God, I think the inside of the forearm is the sexiest place for a tattoo. It took me a while to think it was hot on a woman and quite frankly, I'm not entirely sure it will be a good look for me. But I can't think of a better place to put it. I don't want any on my upper arms. With the geckos in the middle of my back, I think it would look weird to have something on either shoulder.
The tattoos I've gotten up to this point have been in the order I got the ideas for them. If I keep with this method, the bracelet would be next; then the family crest and then the Celtic tree of life. There's no good reason for doing it that way, I guess. Other than my long-held practice of making sure that when I get a tattoo, I've thought long and hard about it. After six, though, I think I'm no longer in danger of making a stupid, poorly-reasoned decision on a tattoo.
Perhaps the best idea will be to wait to get inked again after my employment situation is more secure. It will be a reward for me; it gives me something to work toward. And a little extra time to decide between the bracelet (I need design ideas for that, anyway) and the family crest wouldn't kill me either.
Oh, but I long to hear the buzz of the needle and feel it biting into my skin. It's delicious pain.