I. Did. It.
I got a tattoo.
When I moved to Austin, a year and a half ago, I told myself I would do three things: dye my hair purple, get drunk, and get a tattoo.
Why were those on my list? Because before I moved to Austin, I never did anything crazy. I never went to a party, I never had any friends, and I was strictly controlled on what to do and say. When I moved to Austin, I told myself that I would do the things I was always scared to do but also always wanted.
So, after a year or so of living here, I dyed my hair purple. On my 21st birthday, I got drunk. And finally, on my trip to New Orleans, I stopped in to a tattoo shop and decided to FINALLY get a tattoo.
I chose to get a tattoo on my ribcage (and UGH it was PAINFUL). I wanted my tattoo to be somewhere where I could see it when I wanted to, but where other people could only see it if I showed them. This is my tattoo. This tattoo is a reminder of all the things I went through before now. And people can see it only if I want them to.
So that’s been the highlight of my week!
ALSO – I got the job at StyleSpotter! Check out @TheFrugalCloset for my style inspirations!