Talking to my hand

When I was younger, so much younger than today, I wanted very much a tattoo. Two cat paws on my back, I was sort of undecided exactly where, either on my shoulder or above the heinie. I have always hesitated. Thank God I did! I would have paid dearly to have it removed by now.

I got a second piercing in my left ear at 18, but I don't really regret it, it is not obvious and I still have some small earrings that I can still wear and they look alright, it doesn't give me a "bad girl" look - it's the tiniest of little holes, how can that give any look at all, you have to squint to see that there is an extra earring there.

Nowadays I see that the tattoos are more fashionable than ever. You can see them on all types of persons, and they are no longer considered repulsive, as they were during the times they were mere sailors accessories.

But I still thank God that I was chicken enough not to get one. That would have been one very permanent youth mistake for me.

I have noticed that among my friends there are very few who have tattoos, and those who have are not exactly on the weekly or monthly roster. Could it be that those who play together, stay together? I suspect so.

I also suspect that with age, the conservatory streak in me gets thicker. I wasn't all that wild to begin with. Continuing the plan with improving myself, I should add - increase the amount of tolerance to things I don't like or agree with. And perhaps letting my hair down more often, although this one is literally very uncomfortable. In the very literal sense, I have always hated the feel of hair on my face, even when I was a child or a teenager. I fancied hair-dos with bangs and hair partly covering my face, but I never had neither, I couldn't bring myself to it, the moment I feel hair on my face, I instantly tuck it behind my ears. This could also explain my expertise at plaiting hair. So, no hair down for me. I should find another synonymous phrase.

I realise this is a very useless post. To make it less so, let's enjoy some more music. The Andrew Sisters - absolutely adorable, singing Rum and Coca Cola. Love them both, the lovely trio and the tipsy-making and refreshing cocktail.