Everyone has an opinion about tattoos.
You love them. You hate them. You wish you had one, but you can't get up the nerve.
I never went through a phase as a teenager where I pleaded for a tattoo, much to my parents' delight,
I am certain.
I did get a second hole pierced in each of my ears when I was a freshman in college and then I had my nose pierced in grad school, but that's about as far as I went with any alternative body adornment.
Justin has a tattoo. Now that's a good story for another day. I like his very much.
For the longest time, I thought it'd be cool to get one, but I couldn't decide on two very important things:
what I wanted and where I wanted it.
Now I know what I'd like to get should I ever get the nerve, but I still cannot figure out the placement.
I'd like the option to cover it up when I want to.
I know that automatically takes me down a few notches on the hardcore scale, but I am okay with that.
I like being a classy lady. Can you be classy and tatt'ed at the same time?
I think so, although we don't have any pictures of Chanel sporting a tatt.
I saw an older lady walking the streets of the Upper East Side a couple weeks back.
She had more visible tatts than I could count and I admit, it looked... well... it looked odd.
Will I want my grandkids to say, Come look at granny's tatt?
So tell me your thoughts. Do you have a tattoo? What do you think about them?
I'm considering a dolphin jumping into a sunset for those of you who are curious.