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Tattoo Tuesday: Bryn's Tattoo...

Linking up with Tattoomummy for Tattoo Tuesday!


What: An Om symbol inside a stylised heart.

Where: On my left breast.

Who: All my tattoos are done by my brother in my home.

Why: I have a tattoo for each of the boys, and this one is for Bryn (#3 of 4). I chose an Om, not because I'm buddhist, but because from babyhood we've called Bryn "Buddha" due to his placid personality and how when he was a baby he was very, very chubby! The heart is because, of all my children, Bryn is my heart (the others are other parts of me, don't worry!). He is also be in the sign of Leo, and so Lion-hearted always springs to mind. Leo's are ruled by the sun, also representing love.

As you can see, this tattoo is badly faded and a bit wonky. This is not a reflection of my brother's workmanship in any way but more a reflection of the place the tattoo is situated. The skin on my breasts is (not surprisingly) quite different to other - tougher - parts of my body like my arms, shoulders and back. He actually retouched this tattoo a few months after doing it and the colour just fell right out again anyway. It gives it a bit of a stone worn look though, which I like, and I like that it is wonky and not perfect - I like imperfection, it's very me.

This tattoo is always visible to me, and often peeks out of my tops, and I just love it!

Comments

Jayne said…
I love the Om symbol so much Ilemestl'm getting one too. hahaha I'm such a copycat ;)
Jayne said…
ooops sorry, somehow the word verification thing ended up in the comment field. W.T.F???
tattoomummy.com said…
I love it. I love that it has so much meaning to you.
Thanks for linking up! xx

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