And here we have perhaps the most aptly titled tattoo parlor in all the world.
It’s a real place in Fredericksburg, Virginia, and I captured it here on digital media for lotsa little reasons.
I love the name.
I love the color red.
I especially love red gingham.
I am a mom.
I have a son who came home one evening with a tattoo on his back.
I will take your questions one at a time. . .
This is incredibly clever. Really. And it's probably the nicest looking Tattoo parlor I've ever seen. Actually quite attractive.
This made me smile, Sooz. My Coast Guard son had a tattoo for several years before he told me, although everyone else in the family (including my dad) already knew. We love our boys, don't we? And I'm pretty sure they care what we think.
Well, if nobody else is going to ask, what Tatt did he get? 😉
Love the photo.
Isn't it just a lovely-looking place? You'd almost expect to have snickerdoodles to eat while you get pricked.
So. The oldest son came home with a wraith-like reaperish figure sailing past the moon with a scythe. It's quite artistic. And a little creepy. What does it mean, exactly? I asked because this son is very philosophical and never does anything unless there is a purpose to it. Death is always just over your shoulder, he said. You never know when your life will be required of you. Better live like you respect that.
Well, okay. I can see the reasoning in that. Even if I hear echoes of Mordor when I chance to see his bare back.
Well, at least it is meaningful. Sounds like a deep-thinking young man.
I love and agree with all your reasoning.