As my daughter and I stood across the counter from Inkwitch Lisa, I tried to look like I fit in, whatever that meant. We were explaining that these tattoos would be the first for both of us.
When Alevia first suggested that we get tattoos together, she was about 15 years old. I balked at the idea. Me? With a tattoo? No way. Alevia was persistent, though. I strongly suspected that at least part of her motivation was to convince me thatshould have a tattoo – with or without me. As she made her case, though, I gradually realized that her motivation didn’t matter. That her youth, with its lack of foresight, didn’t matter.
But the next step, as 2021 ended, was getting that family tattoo together: the word “Delft” as it’s drawn on the bottom of Royal Delft pottery, an homage to the nearly seven years we lived there.