Tomatoes, tattoos and so forth

When I was seventeen I argued constantly with my father about rules and life decisions, but mainly about my curfew and where I would go to college. As I neared my 18th birthday, I remember writing a list of things I could legally do after turning eighteen and posted them on the fridge. This sparked yet another debate since one of those things was getting a tattoo. My dad told me I was more than welcome to get any tattoo I wanted as long as I got "D A D" tattooed down the bridge of my nose first.

My 18th birthday came and went as did my desire to get a tattoo. I just couldn't seem to find the perfect spot or the perfect image. Until now.

A dear friend, Maigh, has the perfect spot and I'm stealing it. She approved of my copycatting in February when this urge to tattoo myself resurfaced. I told her I knew I wanted something to do with gardening and my love of flora. I let this idea ruminate for a few weeks before it finally hit me when Greg and I were vacationing in Key West (click for trip pictures). A few years ago, I stumbled upon a gardening blog with a tomato vine tattoo and fell in love.

Before I get a phone call from Turk and Doris, I don't want the whole sleeve. I just want a small portion (tomato, blossom and a few leaves) on my wrist that can easily be covered with long sleeves or a cuff bracelet (thanks again, Maigh!). My husband says I have to wait a year before I can get it and if it still stirs me....go for it. Check back in February 2012 for an update.