A long time ago in a Cara far, far away, I had a couple piercings. They didn’t last very long, except for my belly button ring which was removed about two years ago after wearing it for 15 years. I still have five holes in one ear and two in the other, all with tasteful studs in the holes past the primary ones.
I had flirted with the idea of getting a tattoo and even pinpointed where I would get it (the back of my neck, up against the hairline). I was scared of its permanence, though, and worried about what would happen if New Kids on the Block ever went out of style. Then I met my husband and all thoughts of a tattoo vanished. So, I thought I had moved beyond all of this mishegas. Until two days ago.
Friday, August 26, 2011
Monday, August 22, 2011
The sun is setting behind me on my second to last night in this beautiful house with the breathtaking view. The clouds are higher tonight than usual, there is no wind, and the only sounds outside are of the stream buried under the brush. You can only hear the stream; you can never see it.