“She’s such a great friend,” I said to myself. “She knows me so well.” This friend was tattooing vibrant red and pink roses down both of my shins. She chuckled before carefully coloring in a mural of wavy ocean lines to cover every patch of skin with ink. Down the outside of my right leg, bottle cap sized purple flowers were joined together by a single green vine. On the inside calf, a large yellow Möbius Strip wrapped around itself endlessly like a figure 8. There was no pain from the needle, but I guess that’s just a benefit of dreaming, right? I can’t believe she did this. I love it!
Ready to show off my new tatts, I jumped up and thanked her with a giant bear-hug. My flounce skirt was the perfect complement to the flowers and colors as I began to skip around the room. Wait ’till I show my husband!
In an instant, he appeared staring at my legs with a hand to his head, scratching his wavy golden locks.
“Wow,” he uttered, not wanting to show any sign of disapproval. I could tell he was supportive of my decision, but he wasn’t used to seeing me this way. Did I mention that I’ve never had a tattoo in my life? And there I stood before him with permanently decorated stems not wanting to admit that perhaps I could have just gotten a single tattoo of a butterfly or a Japanese word. Instead I went for a full pair of wildly loud leggings that could never be changed.
“What are you going to do about work?”
Hmm… I hadn’t really thought about it. My husband is usually my voice of reason, and he knows all too well that my corporate wardrobe includes a myriad of pencil skirts and pumps. Well, seeing as the dress code at work does not allow me to have tattoos, I guess I’ll be switching to pants.