I think it was Wednesday when I started seeing tattoo specials for Friday the 13th. One post on Facebook had intriguing flash— so I looked up the location. It was half a block from my gym and three blocks from my house.
I have wanted a Friday the 13th tattoo for quite some time. And I promised the teenager custom mother-daughter tattoos for her 16th birthday but between the pandemic and her age, it didn’t happen.
So I asked if they would tattoo my girl who turns 18 next month.
And the answer was yes.
I asked her— she was interested.
This is not a replacement for our custom mother-daughter tattoo, but it was my third and the teenager’s first tattoo.
She wanted the potion bottle that says “try me” and I couldn’t decide if I wanted to honor my own strength during my recent trials— and get the sword on my upper hip—or get the Zippo lighter in honor of my dad.
My dad died five months ago this coming Sunday and he smoked for almost sixty years. My husband and I toured the Zippo factory.
How better to celebrate and remember my own strength than to have a tattoo honoring my father?
And I inadvertently put it near where my name and birthday were on his arm. At least I think.
I also took three foster cats to the vet and lived to tell the tale. On Friday the 13th, I got a tattoo close to the anniversary of my father’s death by an artist nicknamed “Psycho Mike.”
It was a fabulous session and two fabulous tattoos at The Tattoo Factory in Easton, Pa.