3 purple lies

The ink

So I did it.
I spent my entire after high school until about year ago life saying: I will never get a tattoo.  They are far too permanent.  I'll get a poster instead.
But after an unforgettable journey to Scotland with my brother and sister two years ago, I started warming to the idea.  What could we do to commemorate our adventure? A tattoo was the idea thrown around for a good year when we finally decided that we would all get inked together.
Now Rob and Kyla both have tattoos, I'm the only one who needed convincing and oddly enough, I was the first one to finally get it done.
First we started with the idea of having three words that were important to us.  For me, it would have been Faith, Hope, Love.
Then when I really started thinking about tattoos, I figured I would need three.  One to represent my faith, the second for my linguistic/cultural background (french) and lastly something with my family.
As for placement, I fell in love with a couple tattoos I found on pinterest:

Our ideas came and went...and some may come back again when I consider a second....they were things like:
We live by faith
La vie est faite de petits bonheurs (Life is full of little pleasures)

Au milieu de l'hiver, j'ai découvert en moi un invincible été. (In the depth of winter I finally learned that there was in me an invincible summer.)

I went back and forth a lot because really, am I the tattoo type?  But when I weighed it up against my ultimate test: should I buy a pair of shoes with the money instead?  I wanted the tattoo more.
Imagine that.

In the end I decided to stick with something that Kyla chose and will also be getting next week.  Now the brother, who knows what he'll do to add to his plethora of tattoos.  All I know is I'm glad I did it and I love it.  I'm happy Candace came with me to keep me entertained and snap pictures.  And I'm also very pleased that it didn't even hurt.

And here is the proof:


There you have it.  I'm officially a badass.

Love anchors the soul.