Vanity And The Tattoo

I have always been high maintenance. During my school years, I would wash and curl my hair at night before I went to bed. If I had to work in the yard, I would shower, put my makeup on and get dressed in my nice clothes prior to going out to the chores at hand. It should not be surprised to anyone growing old is not setting right with me. Now, I know I look young and much younger than some of my dear friends who are the same age as I am. Neverless, I am trying to beat the clock of life and I know sooner or later, the alarm is going to go off.

I have been thinking about when I get old, how am I going to be able to see how to put on my makeup? Who will take me to get my hair colored? What will I do if I need my eye brows waxed? These things have been running through my head. One step at a time I told myself. First on my list, I will get permanent eyeliner. This way, when I can't see to put my eyeliner on, it will be there.

OMG!!...I had NO idea (because I didn't do my homework) that it was a tattoo. I had NO idea it was going to hurt like, like, well not that I ever had given birth but I am sure the pain was pretty close to giving birth to twins AT THE SAME TIME. I also had NO idea that the next day, I wouldn't be able to be on my merry little way and do what I normally do on a Saturday afternoon...which is usually shopping or visiting with friends...I just was clueless.

Today is Sunday, 3 days after my procedure and my eyes have finally stopped looking like I was in a fight with Mike Tyson. The swelling is almost gone and you can hardly see where the redness was and were the tattoo begins.

What was I thinking? Well, I don't know what I was thinking before having this procedure but I can tell you now that I have learned my lesson. For now, no more procedures. I must learn to grow old gracefully. I know this is going to be hard on me but I just don't think I can go through the pain of cosmetic procedures again.