I have posted about seeing the numbers 1111 or the time 11:11 and what it means to me...if not here is an old post. Since that post Granny has passed away and her ashes were buried at 11:11. Now I say hi to Poppa and Granny when I see 11:11.
A couple weeks ago I caught 11:11 on the stove and microwave when I walked through the kitchen.
So I wanted to get a tattoo in memory of Poppa and Granny. One of the girls that works at the Queen Creek Bistro got a new one and all hers are by the same guy and are amazing, so I got his name.
I went round and round how I wanted it. 11:11 was the main thing but do I put angel wings, one angel wing, an angel feather? Then since I have chickens and ducks I did not people to think it was a chicken feather. So I took a couple ideas with me to the tattoo place and Willy my tattoo guy loved this one so that is what we went with. I must admit I loved it too.
Here it is a day or so later, I love it. It is getting to that itchy stage so I keep it as lotioned as possible. I love looking down and seeing it.
We were so busy this weekend, Jeff's Dad came to town for a couple days, and we had a wedding and a graduation to go to. Plus I had a swap to get finished so I could get it in the mail. I won't even mention all the retired stuff I have all over my studio for my sale in June...can you say tornado? That is what it looks like.
Have an awesome Monday and thanks for stopping in.