Spent my days off doing my two of my favorite things -- getting ink and antiquing.
I know, I know. It's weird, but, believe it or not, my tattoo artist? Totally into antiques.
I tell her that's good, as neither one of us are getting younger. ;-)
I sat for five hours and had the roses colored in on my chest piece. I swap back and forth from chest to sleeve to chest -- it gives the skin a chance to heal and lets me relax. The roses were partial coverups, so that was intense, but they're done and lovely, so they were totally worth it.
That was Thursday (I take Thursday and Saturday's off), and on Saturday Julia and I went antiquing, as we're wont to do. We found a neat old saucier, a fabulous fat odd gravy boat, the ugliest footstool in history (and man, we have some UGLY footstools) and my new chair.
OMG, y'all. My CHAIR! Ugly. Old. Weird. Amazingly comfy and large and fabulous and I fit with my basset and...
Writing chair of 1940s joy.
Roses #2 and 3
Me and my chair!
My sexy boy in the chair, waiting for writing time.
*hugs y'all all so hard*
Much love and kisses.