A Scribble on my Mr

We all have different views on skin scribbles. I am a big fan, as I think they can be really beautiful, even the badly thought through type.

As a kid I loved the awkward swallow etching of my Dad's, a throwback from his military youth. A typical story of a young lad, too p*ssed to make good decisions, waking up with a hangover and a sore forearm.

I have my own scribbles, a representation of my love of Russian Dolls and and a craving to bring colour to my alabaster canvas. They annoy my mother and raise comment from strangers in the street during vest weather.

So, today's picture? My husband, Chris, had this brilliant black and grey display of grown up well thought out tattoage done yesterday. I love his review of this work, he simply described it as "what I asked for"