I swear it was before watching Eastern Promises. For a while now, in fact, I’ve been mesmerized by people’s tattoos. I don’t watch Miami Ink or anything, but when I tune into Project Runway, it’s Sweet P’s tatted arms I can’t keep my eyes off of.
Here in NYC, there is a fair amount of inky eye candy (nothing like Seattle, where being tattooed is mandatory and enforced by the local population). But imagine my surprise when I was struck dumb by a tat in rural Massachusetts:

So good, isn’t it? But that’s not all. “I once had a sparrow alight upon my shoulder…”

Now that is body art.
In my next life, I want some, too. But in this one, I think I’ll stick to clothes and keep on marveling at the ink on others.




