When Daughter was in high school a friend of hers was murdered. It wasn’t that the friend just died; it was the horrific murder of a young woman with a spirit that made you light up inside.
Over the years, Daughter has cherished and honored Sarah’s memory by always wearing a bracelet with her friend’s name. The fifth anniversary of Sarah’s death is coming up and Daughter wanted to have a more permanent memory.
A tattoo. A tattoo to symbolize Sarah’s free spirit, to have her soaring above the unspeakable chaos of her death. A tattoo to remind Daughter that life is precious.
Thus Daughter asked for a tattoo for Christmas. She was a bit apprehensive as needles are not her friends. I was concerned about hygiene during the actual tattooing. We both did our research and found a spectacular artist with shop where we were both comfortable.
In preparation, we both got pedicures the day before the big event. Below is the last photo of a plain foot.
The tattoo artist freehand sketched directly on her foot. They had previously discussed what she had in mind.
Daughter was loving his sketch, so the tattooing commenced.
Ta da! Done! Love the colors.
And here is the tattooed foot, one week later. A bit of peeling as expected, but Daughter is back to running and climbing.