Hi there. My name is Taylor. And I have a slight obsession with tattoos…
Okay so maybeee that is a LITTLE dramatic. “Obsession” might be a stretch–but what can I say, I do love them! Each one has it’s very own story. Whether it was a drunken decision, an emotional attachment, or just a way to express your artistic style…it’s a story nonetheless!
I get it, tattoos are fairly controversial! Even within my own family, there are some who approve, and some who couldn’t really care less about them… Which is totally fine! It’s a free country, to each their own! But hey, if it’s up to me, I’m just going to keep on adding to my collection. Why the hell not!?
This is a little “series” that I’ve been wanting to do for quite some time now. As of today, I have 5 tattoos (and counting). Starting at the beginning, I’m going to share with you my somewhat-elaborate reasoning behind each and every one! So let’s get started:)
We’re taking it allll the wayyy back to August of 2016.
When I turned 18, I just knew that getting a tattoo was my first plan of action. I honestly think it shocked some people when I told them. Who would’ve thought that little ole (terrified of commitment) me would be doing something like that!? One day, I just had this idea of what I wanted, and there was no way anyone would change my mind!
I did lots and lots of research, talked to many people, and narrowed down my decision on where to go. Called the local shop downtown, got an appointment scheduled, and I was ready!!
Now, I’d be lying if I told you that I wasn’t nervous. I was pretty freaked out about the pain, and what if I ended up hating it once they finished!? (all reasonable fears) But let me just say, I was wayyy too dramatic!! It was nothing!
With my parents and Kennedy by my side, 10 minutes, lots of pictures, and making fun of myself because it literally didn’t hurt AT ALL, I was done!
I instantly fell in love, and wouldn’t change a thing. Placement, size, style, everything was perfect… Not only did I think it was freaking adorable, the fact that it meant so much to me was the best. A constant reminder of something so important in my life was all I wanted! And I got it.
You see, I’m a pretty sentimental person when it comes down to my friends and family. They mean more to me than anything in this world! Which is why my first tattoo was inspired by a very near and dear family member.
When I was only 6 years old, my Grandad suddenly passed away. It was unexpected to say the least, and for the longest time, I tried my hardest to block those memories from my mind. Although I was young, and didn’t get as much time with him as I would’ve liked—he was such a special man in my life. Everyone knew him by those big bear hugs, and that signature cowboy hat of his! Something I’ll never ever forget…
For some reason, the #7 has always been my favorite—and after he died on 7/7/2004, we started associating Grandad with that number, and it just stuck. Which explains why one day I randomly had this idea to get the number 7 in Roman Numerals on my ankle. It was simplistic, it was easy to hide, but it was so so precious to me.
Didn’t take long for that small idea in the back of my head to turn into reality! And I can honestly say, that not one single day have I regretted that decision. Each time I see it, it just makes me happy. A simple reminder that he’s always looking over me (and I’m hoping he’s proud of what he sees!)
I understand that some people think I’m crazy…some people despise the idea altogether…some people just simply don’t understand. And that’s okay!! They don’t have to. When it comes down to it, it’s my decision and I LOVE it!!
STAY TUNED FOR PART 2 OF MY TATTOO STORY SERIES!!
(another emotional grandfather story…so just be prepared;)
But now that I’ve shared MY little story time with you, I’m curious! Do YOU have any tattoos of your own?? Or maybe you have some grand plan, just have yet to bite the bullet and do it?? Let me know! I’m always up for new ideas.
Until next time…
Stay inspired, my love!!