Decisions, Decisions

When it comes to the easy stuff, I can make snap decisions and not regret them.

When it comes to permanent stuff? Not so much. When it comes to ink, permanent ink, permanent ink on my body, I really have issues.

Here's my dilemma. I know I want a cross on the back of my neck. I just can't decide which one to get. Will you help me out? Oh good. Ok, here's the selection:

This one is the everlasting cross or indestructible love. I like how it twists and turns yet is one piece.

I can't recall what this one was named but I know I liked the design of it. Dangit I wish I could remember what it stood for.

So far this one is my favorite but I'm so torn. This is called a dedication cross. I like the clean style and design. At some point later on, I'll be getting my kids' names put under the cross. They'll curve like the 4 sections do. I think it'll look good. I could be crazy though.

I take my tattoos seriously (anyone who doesn't is just stupid) and I put a lot of research into them. I thank the good Lord everyday that I didn't get that Elmo tattoo on my hip. For reals. If you have any crosses that you think would look good, let me know. I have a couple more tattoos in mind that I need crosses for as well.

So anyway, help me out people. Which one should I get? I need to know relatively soon so that I can email it to the fabulous gang at Mind Altering in LaCrosse - the only place I go to for my inking needs.

Comments

Sarah O said…

I like the third one - especially if you put your kids' names in it :)

5:29 PM

Steph said…

Just don't be suprised if Dad gives you tons of crap for it being there....just a heads up, but I am sure you already thought about that.

7:01 PM

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