We were at the beach. In southern Italy.
The sun was so hot and the sea in that Island so beautiful!
Everything look perfect though one thing: I was turning 50 years of age!
Oh my God...it had seemed so far away that fatal date of 2000.
And lucky me...I was almost there...in a few days I would be celebrating my 50 years of age and growing still "younger"..hehe..I thought.
An Hindu guy was walking through the lines of bodies on the wet sand, trying to get tan and enjoying the month of August, last month of the European summer. He came to us and asked me whether I would like to have a tattoo..
Me??? I had never thought about it but since it would be not permanent I said yes!
He showed me a huge book of different styles and figures I could put on my skin.
There was a beautiful butterfly. In sharp colours, not so tiny not so big. I liked it so much. The guy put it on my back just a little above my waist. In a few seconds it was done and with no pain at all!
My husband liked it so much and I felt so young! and so free!
Just like a butterfly. Well. it was the beginning of some other tattoos and so many fights at home! We got back to the city, back to work, back to university my children, back to everything that was real and boring without my little butterfly which had turn first gray, green, brown, and finally had disappeared.
I was so sad when the morning I did not see it anymore in my back. Something had let me open my mind to the meaning of tattoos and I began to wonder whether I could get it back. One of my children had a beautiful one, but, with his ex-fiancé' name on his back and now the name did not match with the new love. Thank's God it was in Japanese and few people could understand what it said.
I asked for a tattoo expert in my town and some people told me to go to Led. I even liked his name.
When I got to his place, there was a huge snake on a transparent box, I thought to go back home and forget about doing anything else, yet, Led was so nice I stayed. The Hindu guy had offered me the butterfly design and I had kept it in my wallet. I showed it to Led and he said it was nice and then he began to make a perfect cleaning with antiseptic liquids on my back. I was almost ready for this.
A hard knife entered in my skin! Oh my God! I had never thought it would be so painful I began almost to scream but the butterfly was half done! Half an hour passed-by and my butterfly ached on each one of its beautiful wings...I was so in pain and so worried.
However, I knew Led had all the requirements for doing a safe tattoo!
- a certified tattoo studio, with diploma and experience shown on the walls
- a very clean and hygiene equipment with disposable needles for each tattoo
- a long experience activity in this field with references from medical studios on his work
When I got home I did not know how to tell everyone in the family I had a tattoo. At 50 years of age! They would thing I was crazy (that's what they thought indeed).
Step by step, I just wandered around with my shorts a little down on my waist..until my husband noticed it!
He went really angry for about two weeks but then he got used to it!
If you ever heard about Tattoos, you may have learned that they must be made on odd numbers. One is ok, but two no! At that point you must get three! and so on.. it is just a lucky superstition so that is why I was shocked when I realized, while writing this article, that I had six!
And, though each one of them has a beautiful meaning:
•my butterfly--freedom of thought, of love, of peace around you no matter where you are, freedom to go wherever you may wish with your mind,
•my left hand tulip - the flower I love the most and the one I offer to people I love,
•my right hand Little Prince's star - the star of my son, the strongest member of my family and since 2007, of my little grandson too,
•my left ankle two tulips - my two children who I bring with me wherever I go,
•my right side of the waist where a mood - disorder symbol(sun and moon) are always present so to know I have to deal with them
I must run back to my Tattoo maker again!!! (By the way, I will be sixty soon!)
About this Author
My middle ages were coming and I wanted to have something to remind me all the beautiful things I had in my life. Tattoos were just there and I was not that old as to forget about them!
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