If you want to see a display of the ugliest tattoes on the planet, try Bondi Beach on a balmy Saturday afternoon. Honestly, there displayed are the bodies of the beautiful (many), the ordinary (include me) and the not-so-attractive (more than a few gender ambigious bodies on display..."No, I'm sure I can see a small penis in her bikini bottoms"). But the number of lovely, young things with tattoes is overwhelming. And they are mostly boring. I dunno, I can deal with Japanese gangster tattoes, even prison and biker ones but the days of the discreet little rose or dolphin seem long gone to be replaced by the hideous celtic armbands and the lower back sprawl.
Ah well, I guess people watching is half the enjoyable stuff about being at the beach.
A very idle weekend was had by me since children were with their dad. I made a brief trip to farmers market - the potatoes were nice but I couldn't really get into it. I test drove a boring car and wondered if I could justify a second, frivolous one but didn't go there. I cooked a very nice dinner of pan fried chicken escalopes which i finished off with balsamic vinegar with erstwhile boiled organic Nicola spuds and rocket salad.
Oh, and I introduced my friend to the wonders of Spotlight where we bought wide red grosgrain ribbon for him to wear as an armband at a communist funeral. He was stunned at the chaos and the choice of stuff there and now an avid fan of haberdashery.
And tonight my girls came home, there is a big thunderstorm raging and all is at peace with the world.
Wow, doesn't Spotlight look fun! We have a chain called Jo-Ann's, where the staff seems - no matter where go find one - to be uniformly ill-humored and either 1) entirely too serious about sewing or 2) entirely too clueless about sewing.
Posted by: Marsha | Tuesday, 28 February 2006 at 03:04 PM