My first tattoo ever was a red & black nautical star on my inner forearm I got 'did' in Venice Beach, Ca at the ripe age of 18. I hid it from my parents by wearing an arm cuff I made from an ace bandage. When my father saw a glance of it he called me over and shook his head, but I'm sure he was NOT surprised, haha. I went thru my rebellious phase a lil late ,hehee. Each tattoo I have was done on a birthday, which marks a certain time in my life, so each has a story that means something to me, and brings back memories good and bad. I dont define myself by my past, but it is what helped to make me the person I have become and the person will continue to evolve to. For me, the memories evoked from glancing at my tattoos are bittersweet, and mark a lesson learned only to myself. I am a very nostalgic person.

Defiantly something OLD school traditional[3 I love colors, and bold lines, and timeless classic beauty...and I have an OCD thing with color coordinating, I have the tendency to base mostly everything from my eye makeup, hair color, to clothing around my red lipstickS , heheheee Me thinks I have red lipstick pumping thru my veins haha -_o