Awhile back, the Artistic One suggested we get small butterfly tattoos on our ankles. We talked about it, we giggled about it (there is no age limit for giggling), we talked some more, we decided to wait until Kat – who is experienced in this area – arrived. She came, we talked, Gep protested, we talked some more, we waited until he left, we made appointments. We giggled. So on Tuesday we took a turn off our main course, we jumped out of our boxes, and off we went.
I had opted for a dragonfly – not a butterfly, because the dragonfly called my name. I gritted my teeth and manned up to get through it. I like the result, although I think I will not travel this road again. My result:
The Artistic One got a pretty blue butterfly, of which I do not have a photo. Yet. We all agree our tattoos came out a bit larger than we had planned, but it is done and we accept it.
Wednesday found Kat and I back in town, first to take advantage of the summer sale at Walmart. I found comfy soft knit pants for wearing at home when the days grow a bit cooler and a nightgown that is soooo soft and comfy I must go back to see if I can get another. Kat purchased items not readily found in Korea and now has both suitcases stuffed so full shopping must end. After we had shopped to our hearts’ content, we had a quick lunch and headed uptown for our beading class.
And so our trip to the dark side was just enough, and our trip out again was perhaps a bit more than enough. Do you see gifts for friends on the horizon?