Let’s start with last night’s spectacular sunset:
And move on to this morning’s fog:
Taken from the point-of-view of a morning glory. I’ve dubbed this photo: Foggy Morning Glory.
I do love a foggy morning, something that seems to happen in the fall in these parts. Fog is mysterious and wonderful; the world is slightly out of focus, and memories of foggy mystery stories come to mind.
I’ve ordered some basic wooden dollhouse furniture handmade by a seller on Etsy for Little Z’s dollhouse. It will take a week or so to get here, but I really like the idea of buying from someone who makes the furniture by hand.
A newish zinnia with a little bug. I often take pictures, not realizing at the time that there’s a bug on the flower.
The same thing occurred with this morning glory.
Okay. I have a question for you. How do you feel about tattoos?
Personally, I can’t stand them. Neither can Don. When we see a picture of someone with lots of tattoos, we invariably say, “Yuck.”
I don’t need to have Don’s name permanently inked on my body. I know who he is and I’m quite confident that he’s my husband and the love of my life. Neither would I want him to have my name on his body. It creeps me out.
I fully realize this is a generational thing. When I used to work for a local vet, a couple of the younger staff members loved tattoos and kept going back to their favorite ‘inker’ for more.
I didn’t get it. But that’s because it’s not my thing.
I often work with actors who have tats. They have to be artful about where they’re placed. You can’t be working in the theater and have designs all over your arms. And some of our family members have highly intricate tattoos covering a great deal of their appendages. Again…not attractive to yours truly.
First of all, that’s a lot of money to sink into inking one’s skin. Think of it. They’re putting a foreign substance on their skin and that skin has pores.
Also, as a member of another, albeit older, generation who can see the larger picture, it ain’t going to be pretty when those arms start to sag and wrinkle. And they will.
You can get a tattoo removed, but it’s painful.
I’d rather buy some earrings. Or a bracelet. Or, even better, a good book.
But you may view tattoos as art, as many people do. They may be a part of your life or your loved one might be sporting them. Your opinion might be very different than mine.
What are your thoughts?
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