Tuesday, January 8, 2008

January 3rd... Tattoos, anyone?

It was a lonely and cold January 3rd, and I decided that Richard Loveridge was in some desperate need for entertainment. The poor lad had broken his foot and had been laying around his home for days, and I decided to come and visit. The catch was: we had no idea what we were going to do. After we had caught up on life, the idea was brought up to go have some fun off-roading in the snow. I laughed and shook my head, but he was serious... he claimed the boot on his foot only made more surface area to push the car pedal down... Richie, you are absolutely nuts :)

After plan A, plan B was devised, in which he was to give me a tattoo... specifically speaking, a henna tattoo. I immediately agreed, because I have always wanted to try this. This stuff came out of a squeezy bottle, was greyish in color, and stuck on my skin like paint. I told him to go crazy, and so he did. It took probably close to 2 hours to do it all, and it was worth every minute of it! After the paint dried, we peeled it off and waited. The chemical from the fruit was settled into my skin, but it was a clear color, and hard to see. I was worried, but woke up the next morning to find that my lovely tattoos were dark and sweet looking! He did a fine job, here is a pic to prove it :) (It wraps around my arm to my elbow, but the pic didn't turn out very well. He also did a japanese tattoo on my right hand that means "beautiful"... what a sweetheart!)