I'm not against tattoos. Most of my friends have a few, my brother is covered in them, and my boyfriend happens to have one of the most gorgeous Japanese half-sleeves I've ever seen. Personally, I cannot commit to a lifetime of adornment. It's that simple. I'd rather express myself through my clothes.
So last week at Happy Hour, I was chatting with lovely girl and the subject came to tattoos. I have no idea how we got to this subject; blame if on the endless supply of Blue Moons that miraculously appeared in our hands one after the other (gotta love attentive boyfriends). ANYWAY, after sharing that she has a few of her own she asked me if I had any. Normally she'd get my canned speech about I'm too fickle to commit to a design, etc. but the first thing that came out of my mouth really surprised me.
"If I were to get anything put on my body, I'd have the Kelly Wearstler Imperial Trellis wallpaper print put on me."
I surprised myself while leaving my friend blinking politely at my response. The problem with being a design freak is that the rest of the normal world has no idea what the hell you're talking about. I spent the next three minutes tipsily trying to explain how I am drawn to symmetrical, repeating designs and meanwhile I'm sure this girl thinks I'm crazy.
Oh well. At least now I have my answer to the classic cocktail party question on tattoos.