Most of the feedback I've gotten has been positive and I've even passed off my artists (Sue Gertner at Ultimate Tattoo) card to a very skeptical but hopeful first time tattoo wanter.
But...a few weeks ago a person I know, in the fact that they aren’t a stranger, and I engaged in a very quick conversation in regards to my tattoo.
After we exchanged "niceties", ya know, "Hi, how are you?" "Good, how are you?" She glances at my barely exposed, peeking out sun face and says...
Wait for it.......wait for it........
"So, Why'd you go and get that big thing right there?"
I say this person is someone I know. She is not however someone I would say is my friend. She does not know me well. She knows of me. She knows my name. She knows I have two sons but I would be shocked if she remembered their names.
I know little of her in return. Apparently though, she does have a set of very big balls. But from what I hear, she says what she thinks and I have to respect her for that...I guess.
Now, back in the day I would have done my famous blotching, breaking out in all face encompassing blotches of embarrassment and anxiety. Thankfully things have changed. I have changed. And it totally helps that I am absolutely IN LOVE with my tattoo.
I could have answered many things. I could have answered her question with a question of my own for my own pure enjoyment of course.
I could have offered to explain. Offering knowledge into my childhood, that my Daddy called me his "sun", being the youngest of 3 daughters and all. That the sun's eyes bare a keen resemblance to my Dads and when I look down I can see his face.
I could have said that it represents so much.
I could have invited her in.
I simply said "Because it's who I am"
She did not have a response. I saw a flitter of understanding, an eye quiver of respect maybe.
I left the room.
As she was walking out of the office a half hour later she stopped at my desk.
“Your tattoo is beautiful” she says.
“Thank you.” I replied.