August 11, 2005
And Now, By Popular Demand...
And by demand I mean, um... one person... but she can be very demanding! And she must be obeyed! It has been decreed! Decreed, I tell you!
I think Queen of Ass is a very visually-oriented person. Every time I mention something, she's all jumping up and down and, "Photos, please!"
Here are some of the things that QoA has requested to see in the past month:
1. My New Bracelet from Husband:
The little, silver beads are shaped like dragonflies, and I looooooooove the color! It was made by a young lady who works at our favorite breakfast place in Door County, and I like to support the locals.
2. My Tattoos:
Actually, two of the three. That's my ankle one, designed by my late grandfather, unbeknowst to him. He was a silversmith and worked in a famous jewelry store decades ago. It was called The Kalo Shop, and Grandpa was good. I mean damn good. So good, all his co-workers called him "Mr. Kalo."
He died when I was just a baby, so I never knew him, but I'm very lucky to own several pieces of his jewelry.
Dad still has lots of his drawings, the sketches he made before actually starting a piece. He was very into the acorn-oak-leaf motif -- it's a family thing. Our cabin up north is surrounded by oaks and other hardwoods, and Grandpa named it Oakwood.
When I was in Indian Princesses growing up (a YMCA-sponsored daddy-daughter organization), Dad was Tall Oak and I was Little Acorn. So I took one of Grandpa's broach designs to the Jade Dragon and had them tattoo it on me.
That was ten years ago, and I'm sure he's still rolling in his grave.
This is my first tattoo, on my hip:
I got it in 1990, mind you. BEFORE everyone and their mother got one! I'm the trend-setter. Let the records show that I was cool before anyone else.
3. And for no apparent reason, my pedicure:
Because it takes soaking and buffing and polishing and oiling to make feet look good. I hate feet.
Coming soon: the sword, a rare glimpse of part of my face (I'm an elusive creature), the tattoo on my shoulder, and The Girls.
You know, it's really freakin' hard to take photos of oneself. The angles are just all wrong!
P.S. Remind me to tell you stories of Indian Princesses sometime. We were totally the Delta House of the pseudo-Native-American world.
Comments
I knew you loved me.
Posted by: Queen of Ass at August 11, 2005 11:18 PM
P.S. I'm jealous of your bracelet. And your pedicure.
Posted by: Queen of Ass at August 11, 2005 11:18 PM
Bring on the girls!!!
Posted by: Marty at August 12, 2005 12:18 AM
I second the request for 'the girls'!!!!!
Posted by: heather at August 12, 2005 01:03 PM
Indian Princesses!?!?! - hubby's whole childhood revolves around the damn programs - I think he was a scout not a princess tho all the blisters in law were princesses
Posted by: qfe23 at August 13, 2005 10:35 AM