Some people actually quite like to see them but would never dream of having one themselves.
Me? I have a slight addiction to them.
It started when I was 17 (tut tut) and just had to have one so I had a little butterfly on my bikini line. I cannot show you that one for two reasons, one because I am too fat to flash that part of my body off in public, but secondly because when I had a Caesarian section they managed to cut the wings off the poor fellow!
(They had put "severe bruising" on my medical notes for three days following, before I remembered what it was!)
In the next few years I got a flower on my booby, a ribena berry on my thigh and a dolphin on my arm.
Next came this Celtic kind of 'thing' - another flash image chosen from a wall, I liked it at the time but over the years I hid them away more and more. I mean... WHAT IS IT?
In around 2000 I got a little bumble bee on my foot. Yep, another flash image, but he is rather cute and I still like him.
I didn't have any more for a while then I decided I might get another small one, this turned out to be this rather larger one that covered the hole of the top of my right foot.
That was when the real addiction started to kick in, I decided to carry on with that tattoo and curl it right around my leg up to the knee. But it had to be meaningful, I wanted it to tell a story.
So first I got a little butterfly, I do like butterflies, and this one has UV ink it in so if I am ever in a night club (coz, like THAT'S gonna happen) my tattoo will show up).
At the same time I got a sunflower, which is my birthflower, and a lovely design that I found on the kitchen roll (see, I told you it's all meaningful ;) ).
The final part of this tattoo I wanted Andrew to design, something to "depict us", I said, this is what he came up with...Peas in a pod.
After our wedding in 2005 and looking back at the photos with my arms on show and some horrible greying tattoos I spoke to my tattooist about getting them removed. He said that the scar would be as bad as the tattoo perhaps and I should think about "arting them up" instead.
So it was bye-bye dolphin....
Hello flowers....(see him? he's hiding there in the leaf)
Bye-Bye 'Celtic thing'...
Hello Lady Willyfly...
So, let me explain the Lady Willyfly. while getting the tattoo one of the tattoo apprentices mentioned that it looked like a carrot, then changed his mind and said 'Willy', so Lady Willyfly was born.
Obviously by this stage I am quite deeply into the addiction stage so why not join them up across the back?
Again a weird Celtic thing was originally covering up a really naff rose stem, but that wasn't much better. The ladybird is much grander I think :)
Did you spot the little name tag in there?
I was born in 1968, so obviously 'made' in 1967, hence the © sign :)
And there's more.......
I walked Hadrian's Wall last year and I was so blooming chuffed with myself that I had the acorn tattoo to remember it. (When you walk the wall route you follow this acorn on fences and signposts).
But from afar it just looked like a black blob, so I went back and had some wall put on :) To be fair I was only going to have the black map line added but the tattoo artist got a bit carried away :)
A while later I had a few flowers added to this leg...
Then my favourite quote....
This left a large gap on the outer side of my calf, so I got it filled in with an Egyptian Cartouche. Can anyone read what it says?
This tattoo is actually unfinished, it has loads more shading to do, but I was full of cold that day and it hurt like hell. It will look very ancient with cracks in when it is done, looking forward to that.
It grew from this...
and now looks like this...
Room for a few more on there though :)
My last one (to date) is this....
It is a negative space tattoo, meaning it's NOT a butterfly, if that makes sense :) Ignore the scabby bit, I managed to forget it was there whilst shaving the hairy forest that is my legs and nicked a healing bit.
What's next? Well, some more flowers, the cartouch finished, a patchwork owl and a tree of life :)
Watch this space..
Do you love or hate tattoos?