I'm a cliche, you've seen before

I'd decided at 19 that I was ready for my first ( and only) tattoo. I was working as a seamstress and had some spare cash, and spent what I thought was a good amount of time to mull it over. I had wanted one since I was fifteen, so I was prepared for the finality of a tattoo and ignored the fact that my interests changed so much so that even I couldn't have kept up with them.

Needless to say, I hate it now. I've been gun shy about the whole ordeal and obsessively look up new ideas for cover-ups everyday. Some ideas have stayed with me for a few years, but my current job leaves more to be desired in the cash department but that's probably a good thing; less money requires  thoughtful consideration. Lately, thoughtful consideration equals dreams of being covered in Fantin-Latour's flower paintings.

Henri Fantin-Latour

A guilty conscience needs to confess. A work of art is a confession.

29 Chelizi

Small World

Lori Nix

A Room of One's Own

It's that time again where I become obsessed with having the perfect room. I'm generally more interested in adorning my body but the lack of furniture is really putting a damper on my time management skills. The artist posted doesn't sell dressers, however the Bigfoot Boudoir set may be something that I need to have.

                                                               The Hungry Fox