I turned 60 two weeks ago and celebrated by getting a tattoo and having a big party. My partner, Charlie, and my friend, Tammy, planned the party--I didn't have to do a thing. Charlie even repainted the bathroom! My friends Sandy and Kevin bought the delicious cake, my brother-in-law, John, helped Charlie and 
Tammy decorate and prepare the food while my sister Donna and I went to Sacred Art for my tattoo. When we got back, the house was full, food was cooking, martinis were waiting and everyone made a big fuss over me, as they should. Both my sisters (Donna and Margaret) came down from Portland, as did friends Sarah, Kim, Robert and Anne. I had a great time and stayed up well past my bedtime. (I made up for it by sleeping for 12 hours and then taking a 2 hour nap the next afternoon. It was the excitement, not the martinis.)
The tattoo, a morning glory vine on my right ankle, is my second. I got my first one, a small nasturtium on my right arm, on my 50th birthday. I'm not sure if I'll continue this habit but they're pretty and I like them. I love flowers and planted morning glories for the first time last spring. I always try to have nasturtiums in my garden for my mother. We lived on McChord Air Force Base in the 1960s and Mother planted nasturtiums in a bed between the house and sidewalk. They were gorgeous--a splash of color you could see from a block away, until Mother was told to pull them because they didn't conform to the code or whatever. Mother never conformed. And she liked my tattoo. I think she would have liked the morning glory, too.
Tammy decorate and prepare the food while my sister Donna and I went to Sacred Art for my tattoo. When we got back, the house was full, food was cooking, martinis were waiting and everyone made a big fuss over me, as they should. Both my sisters (Donna and Margaret) came down from Portland, as did friends Sarah, Kim, Robert and Anne. I had a great time and stayed up well past my bedtime. (I made up for it by sleeping for 12 hours and then taking a 2 hour nap the next afternoon. It was the excitement, not the martinis.)The tattoo, a morning glory vine on my right ankle, is my second. I got my first one, a small nasturtium on my right arm, on my 50th birthday. I'm not sure if I'll continue this habit but they're pretty and I like them. I love flowers and planted morning glories for the first time last spring. I always try to have nasturtiums in my garden for my mother. We lived on McChord Air Force Base in the 1960s and Mother planted nasturtiums in a bed between the house and sidewalk. They were gorgeous--a splash of color you could see from a block away, until Mother was told to pull them because they didn't conform to the code or whatever. Mother never conformed. And she liked my tattoo. I think she would have liked the morning glory, too.
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