Gemini68

I currently have 15 tattoos (counting a cover up) that are placed strategically in different areas of my body, each a representation of myself, or something important that happened during that period. I got married in Dec 2008. In Spring 2009, in support of ink newbie I had my latest added to show her how tolerable the pain could be. I honestly didnt create the idea, more than my actual tattoo because I borrowed the idea from Mariah Carey who got tattoed on the small of her back when she married Nick Cannon. He had her name tattoed across his entire back in these huge letters that made me hope they marriage would last so he wouldnt look like an idiot but she took a more subdued approach. She got her signature butterfly tattoed on the small of her back with the words “Mrs. Cannon” written where the body of the butterfly would be. The first thing I thought about was..well that will be easy to cover if things dont work out because she has to simply get the name covered to look like a body. I liked the idea but of course needed my own spin so I created the same look with a dragonfly (I love the symbolism) and had it placed on my shoulder. To make it further unique, the wings are colored to resemble stained glass. Its so cool even my artist had to commend the design. And the best thing about it..my married name blends so well with the overall look, that it has to be pointed our or noticed by someone who is looking at the details. It is definitely one of my favorites.

You know how they say the thing you are usually looking for is often right under your nose. I never quite saw how many ways that statement could work until today. I have had an urge for a while now to do something that will fulfill me but was never quite sure what that something was and today with the help of a great listener I realized that thing I have been seeking is me. I have been concentrating on helping everyone reach their goals and dreams while letting mine fall to the wayside as if my sole purpose on earth is to put mine aside. While I never minded being there for others, when losing myself become a result, something has to change.

You know that old saying..about misery loving company..well I must confess..when I saw this among the things people wanted to do I had to jump right on it hoping someone can give some good tips on how they accomplished this simple, but for me, seemingly unattainable feat.
What really upsets me about my inability to strut in some of the many cute heels I have seen adorning shelves is the fact there was a time when I COULD walk in heels. All day. Every day. But when I got a job in the city that required me to be on my feet all day I had to trade in my heels for flats and sneakers. I was cool with it. They make tons of cute flats and Uggs became my BFF.
But next thing I know, as if it was by some cruel joke heels became the new thing. And not just any heels. Beautiful shoes that would drive the biggest show fanatic to the poor house. All kinds of colors and styles and heights. And then as if by some crueler fate, suddenly skinny jeans came in style and bottom line..they just dont look as good with something like sneakers.
My love for heels never left me because despite my inability to walk in them, I continued to buy them. Wearing them only once or twice because I realized I could only walk from the car to a place to sit where I could simply dangle a foot in an effort for my fabulous shoes to be seen. (I know pityful)
I decided to try the stack heel and lower heels made by every maker of stylish yet comfortable shoes (cloudwalker, naturalizer, etc) and still would find myself looking forward to the moment I could take them off.
Just the other day I pulled out a pair of really cute shoes I bought at the beginning of the season. They are cute enough to wear up or down and on this day I decided to wear them with my skinny jeans. Just out the blue. No practice around the house, just on a whim. Well they definitely looked cute and they felt ok, but I couldn’t help but feel like I was walking like a constipated cowboy and by the time the end of the day came, I was actually kinda glad it snowed that afternoon so when my co-workers saw me changing out of them into my UGG slippers (I was sporadic but not stupid) so I can walk to my car, I blamed the snow, when actually the balls of my feet felt like they were on fire!