Over the fourth of July holiday, Aunt Karen got a wild hair up her ass and decided to go downtown to get a tattoo her, my mom and aunts have been talking about getting. They were booked and made her get an appointment. This past Friday is when the ink was drawn and bonds were created.
My mom thought it was a horrible pain, but she held strong. It can't be worse than child birth, right?
After the pain he inflicted, she still posed for a snap.
The end result. At first I didn't know what to think of my mom with a tattoo. But I am happy at the outcome.
The whole idea of butterflies goes back to my Grandma Dorothy. She collected them, and when she passed away, my mom and aunts got most of the butterfly knicknacks that have collected on the shelves. It was the five year anniversary of her death and through the years they have exchanged butterflies in all forms.