Skin
There was this tattoo I thought I wanted three years ago. I wanted a chestplate that would feature a great blue heron scrimshawed across a bloodily realistic rendition of my exposed sternum.
I sure did a lot of drinking three years ago, and the job market was not kind so I couldn't afford the level of detail and technicolor gore that I would most likely do this piece justice. The idea, then, was to wait until I had enough scratch to blow on the thing. When I had enough scratch to blow on the thing and, more importantly, I still wanted the thing, then I'd do my research and commission the chestplate.
It is now three years later and while I could probably budget for a gory chestplate, I really don't relish the idea of seeing a scrimshawed heron busting out of my chest every morning. Too much excitement there. I like my coffee black, my whisky neat, and my designs simple. More thoughtfulness, less gratuitous spectacle.
Now I'm considering something new. I'll wait a spell and see how I feel about it then.
I sure did a lot of drinking three years ago, and the job market was not kind so I couldn't afford the level of detail and technicolor gore that I would most likely do this piece justice. The idea, then, was to wait until I had enough scratch to blow on the thing. When I had enough scratch to blow on the thing and, more importantly, I still wanted the thing, then I'd do my research and commission the chestplate.
It is now three years later and while I could probably budget for a gory chestplate, I really don't relish the idea of seeing a scrimshawed heron busting out of my chest every morning. Too much excitement there. I like my coffee black, my whisky neat, and my designs simple. More thoughtfulness, less gratuitous spectacle.
Now I'm considering something new. I'll wait a spell and see how I feel about it then.