When I was about 7 years old, one of my uncle’s invited my parents and I to his wedding in Washington DC. A very formal affair, my Mom spent a fortune buying me all these new dresses with matching sweaters and shoes (as is with these sort of events, and oddly enough childs clothing don’ cost less than adults clothing), which obviously made me very ticked off, because at the time (and still today), I was a true tom boy at heart, so anything that had to do with shopping for girly attire, that included frill or pastel was to say the least, tantrum or rather sulk provoking.
So before the big day, all us ladies (big girls and not so big girls like myself) lunched at a very fancy schmancy restaurant with a long oak table. Needless to say, unbeknownst to my Mommy Dearest, that before we flew to Washington, DC to attend this rather pompous affair, I had pasted an enormous fake tattoo of a large angry looking Dragon spewing fire out of his mouth, directly onto my chest. I was truly proud of having a chest adorned with this amazing dragon tattoo and the fact that I was quite the rebel badass chick for choosing such a design (and the location, being my bony ribcage), I decided to expose myself to all the lunching ladies at the table, showing them, just who was the boss at this show. A few gasps erupted, my Mother almost fainted, however I thought that was the coolest moment that went down in all of history. So when I was approached by Swedish online store Fake Tattoo, I was of course thrilled to want to collaborate for the blog.
I chose a feather and some little itty bitty ones, especially since I have a thing for bunnies..