Farmgirl meets tattoo

My very best friend K wanted a tattoo...
I loved tattoo's but not too many and always on somebody elses body... or on hot men...

The HOT man, not anybody i know :-)





On a bright Wednesday in 1999 my friend K and i decided to go get a tattoo. She really wanted one and i thought i go along an support her with this decision. Because everybody knows that the best tattoo's are done in Amsterdam, we decided to take a road trip and go to Amsterdam.

Coming from the boonies this was a big deal. We each told our mom's we were staying over at the other ones house and  skipped town (little village with less then a 1000 inhabitants, that is).

After arriving in Amsterdam we went to go see Tattoo Bob, on of the most well know tattoo artists in The Netherlands, but he was too busy to take care of us little farm girls so we went to another one. There pretty much hundred's of tattoo shops in Amsterdam and we just picked out one that looked the "safest". And luckily for us we found one that looked pretty safe had a female artist what made both me and K feel much better!

K thought it would be a splendid idea if i got one too! It would mean we would be friends forever and had the tat to prove it... Since I'm not very good at saying no (never was and never will be) and she even let me help pick the one, i said yes... OK...

We decided on a four leaf clover. And YES, this should ring a bell!!!

We both could use some luck, in our friendship, in our lives and  defiantly in our love life. What better symbol to use, we figured. And we wanted it on a spot where it wasn't too obvious.  Not too obvious ended up being right above our buttocks, that way if we grew old we could wear old granny pants and nobody would see our tat's...

K and I showing our tattoo after 12 years, It's still there!!!
And my hair was coming back after chemo, YEAH!!!








We went upstairs after the nice artist introduced herself and sat  us down besides a 400 pound guy with no clear skin left, AND getting a new tattoo of a pig, and argued about who needed to go first. K freaked out a bit so i offered (she made me) to go  first. The lady was going to tattoo dry first, so i would get used to the feeling and then she was going to put the four leaf clover for real on my body.

While i was laying there with my booty sticking up, a big fat guy smiling at me and K asking me a hundred times if it hurt... No it doesn't hurt and if it did i wouldn't tell you anyway otherwise you're gonna back out... I got myself a nice tattoo right above my pantie line above my buttocks.  And if i wear low jeans, it is visible. K followed me (i looked really though but it hurt like hell) and got herself a bright new shiny tattoo too!

Our booties!









A couple of months later my mom and i are watching TV. Underneath the TV in a cupboard are the sweets and my mom and i decide while watching TV to eat some chips. "I'll get them." i say and walk over and bend forward to reach underneath the TV in the cupboard....

"What do you have there on your back???!!!" Sometimes when you bend over your shirt comes up and your pants go down...

Oh, SH*T!!!

"Hmmmm, nothing mom". But she saw, and made me turn on the big bright light, asked me if it was real, when and were i got it, with whom i got it and if it was REALLY real. 
And she made me promise to tell dad. The next day.

My dad always told  me if i would get a tattoo he would trow me out of the house. Tattoo's where for bums...

So the next day after dinner (after a night of minimal sleep), i tell my dad i have something to say and show. I pull down my pants and show him my tattoo. My dad looked at it and said, "Well... i always wanted my ears pierced....").