I have four tattoos. One is on my left ankle and was rendered with my own hands on acid at the lovely age of fifteen. Though I think I intended it to be a moon or sun or plant species, It looks a bit like dirt and nothing more. The other is on my right ankle and reads Grandma Dot, only the Dot is literally a dot and grandma is her very own writing. On my elbow there are two hearts stacked on top of each other to commemorate the union between myself and my main squeeze. Every year we are together, we plan on getting another like tree rings. The last tattoo is almost as horrendous as the first (due to the fact that I allowed an aspiring tattoo artist to ink me). It's a compass, which sits directly in the center of my belly. As I age and my skin begins to look like my great uncles nutsack, I plan on getting more tattoos. The next will surely have to do with food and land and farming since it's been on my brain for so many years now. I recently found this amazing collection of food focused posters from a long long time ago. CHECK IT OUT HERE!
To the right is one of my favorites and might just cover up the icky compass once and for all.