Tattoo Books
On my eighteenth birthday in honor to my entry into adulthood, I decided to get a tattoo. My friend Elaine, who was already eighteen, agreed to come with me and we duly made an appointment at the local tattoo parlor. She knew what tattoo she wanted, but I had no idea. Although I didn’t think that a tattoo of Tigger was the way to enter into a life of adulthood, Elaine wanted it and had made up her mind. I was pretty sure that if I was going to have a tattoo that was to be with me for the rest of my natural life, it had to be something meaningful. Something that said “me”! We arrived early to look through the stacks of tattoo books at the parlor, with me hoping that I would find what I was looking for.
The first tattoo books I glanced through had some incredibly scary looking artwork that I couldn’t imagine anyone would ever want. Apparently, people did though. I wanted something feminine and simple that would look attractive on my ankle. I wasn’t really sure what exactly would represent me for years and years but I knew those tattoo books would show me something perfect.
I looked through a number of tattoo books in the first half hour and found some of them ugly and some really beautiful, but none that said “this is you”, or leapt out from the page at me. At this point in time I was becoming concerned and one of the tattoo artists saw this. He came over to me with another armful of tattoo books and I thought, oh no, not more! But after asking me a few questions about what I liked and who I am, he went through the tattoo books until he felt he had the right one, opened it and pointed at the perfect tattoo for me.
He showed me a small rainbow colored dolphin, it was attractive and dainty. It was what I was looking for, I am an artist and I felt that the colors and the dolphin were both representative of the kind of person I was. I loved dolphins and the ocean, I set down the other tattoo books and nodding to him, I realized I had found my perfect tattoo.
A while ago I was helping this other friend of mine look for a tattoo that would be perfect for her. We looked through the tattoo books, but she seemed to be having the same problem I had. I was looking at tattoo books, just to pass time and when I opened one of them, I found what she was looking for. A few hours later we left the parlor, happy and smiling, she with her perfect tattoo, me, with a happy friend. I would like to suggest to you, if you are looking for the perfect tattoo, you also look through plenty of tattoo books until you find the right one.
