Where is Spring?

I have got cabin fever like you would not believe and yesterday's snow did not help!

But...I did start a new blog for my stamping business

http://greenpeppergreetings.blogspot.com/

Of course the George Washington party could have happened Barbara! Was this before or after the Cherry Tree incident?

Write About a Tattoo

Liz left the courthouse, divorce papers in hand and walked the two blocks to "Artrageous Ink" to celebrate. She had waited for this day to arrive; the day that would mark her freedom as well as her skin, announcing to the world that she was in control. It wasn't just the end of her marriage that she was celebrating, it was also the start of her life, a life she would live on her terms and nobody elses.

It wasn't that a tattoo was something she had wanted and had to have, in fact she had never even talked about a tattoo to anyone before. Hadn't even been inside a tattoo parlor prior to this day. But it was being told that, "No wife of mine will ever get a tattoo" that drove her to this decision. It was the icing on the cake that sealed the deal in her mind.

The man behind the counter at Artrageous Ink patiently waited as she filled out the necessary forms and disclaimers before showing her the countless images that could be created on her flesh. Liz smiled and shook her head. She knew what she wanted and where she wanted the tattoo to be displayed. The man lead her to the room where the artist was waiting, his neck and arms a walking mural of sorts.

Liz shrugged out of her jacket and reached into her purse for the piece of paper that held the design that she had created herself; for herself. The artist looked at the paper and smiled. "Left bicep?". Liz nodded silently, wanting to believe that this man was able to read her mind, but knowing her request probably wasn't the first.

Liz settled back into the chair and closed her eyes as the buzz from the tattoo gun filled the room. Within thirty minutes he was done and she looked down to see her design, a broken chain entwined with a wandering rose, the date of her divorce trailing along side the stem of the rose.