BUMBLE BEES AND BALLOONS

Is it normal to dream of tattoo? I have weird full on dreams, weirder depending on where I am in my cycle. yet last nights was not that strange. Hmm unless you think it strange that I bought Jarvis a tattoo gun off Ebay and let him tattoo a bumble bee on my wrist?

Okay, so I know the dream comes from me really, really, really want to get more tattoos, yet trying to convince myself spending the money is okay. I have a butterfly on the inside of my left wrist that Tamika drew. No, she did not do the tattoo, my very talented amazing cousin Milly who owns Rock of Ages did the actually tattoo. Tamika did the art work in primary school and I took it to Milly to transfer to my arm.

Since Jarvis was born, I have wanted to get a tattoo for him. I have been waiting for him to pick it. For some time now he has had an obsession with all things bumble bee. I think this steams from his love of Buzzbee in the Hive, and Maya the Bee. Maybe Justin started his Bumblebee obsession when he did the above photoshoot of Jarvis. (Note this is a croped version of the final image).

But Zizzies are his thing. So I want a cartoon bee to go next to Tamika's butterfly. Oh, and I want a full leg piece on the whole of my left calf. But that Hot Air Balloon is for another post.

So any recommendations for a tattooist in Brisbane who can draw Zizzies? Also since all of my other tattoos are black and white should I stick with this or add some colour into my life?

For those not up with their kids ABC viewing this is Maya the Bee

And this is Buzzbee

Butt, I am open to bee suggestions.

CHANGE OF MIND

Last week I wrote a post about kindness, about how women have stoped being nice to themselves and to other women. Tamika and I tested the theory of random acts of kindness to someone else, with good results. I elicited a smile from a previous sullen face. But it left me thinking it was time to suck up my own advice, and start being nice to myself.

I have been wearing my cranky pants, actually more like my stressed out pants, way to often of late. The stress of no money has made me a very unhappy person. While I cannot change the lack of money in my life, I can make a change on walking around feeling grumpy.

So I set myself three ground rules

1 Stop obsessing about it (easier said than done when you have an OCD personality)

2 Accept life for what it is (I want to be a stay at home Mum, so money is not going to appear from no where)

3 Fake it until it becomes real. (Put a retail smile on my face, until I can find my real smile)

Over all results? Not bad, I am still worried about money but trying to stop being obsessive about it. Attempting to look at the over image of my life. instead of the tiny details. I am smiling more and getting better at not always faking it.

I went grocery shopping with Tamika and Jarvis, (oh yes how exciting is my life?) and got told compliments by two separate people. One on my hair and the other on my skirt. I colour and cut my own hair, and have done so for the last twenty or so years. So when a woman approached me, telling me my hair was stunning, and could she have the name of the salon I go to, I was…. I was clumsy in my thank yous. But I did get a thank you out, and said I do it myself. Another girl came up to me and said that she loved my skirt. I just replied “it is an old tablecloth’ and walked off. Tamika got up me, and told me I should have said “thank you I made it myself; here is a business card if you want me to make you one”.

Goals for this week, practice saying thank you and remember to say positive things to others.

Again, the images really have nothing to do with the post. I discovered this old beach house on one of my explorations and thought it was like me, old and run down, but still had a certain charm. Each time I feel myself getting stressed I imagine myself sitting on that chair by the ocean. Does it work? Nup, but it would be a bloody nice place to be.