Tattoos

The Popular Girl Retreat was too fun. My stomach aches from all the laughing. The weather was beautiful. The mountains were spectacular. I put a rose on my Granny's grave. I was glad to be home. I learned to spin yarn on a spinning wheel. My first published book will probably be an instructional spinning book. I am already an exceptional spinner. I was picked up at home by a limo. Being chauffeur driven allowed me to enjoy the sights coming up and back. On the trip up we passed a group of motorcycles in Shelby. One particular motorcycle caught my eye. The passenger was a middle aged woman. I don't think anyone told her she was middle aged. She wore a helmet,skin tight jeans, and a string bikini top. Her skin was tanned to shoe leather with sun damage spots all over her back. Folds and folds of belly fell over the jean waistband. Some time in her youth she had tattooed butterflies flying across her abdomen. With all the fat folds the tattoos looked like someone had dumped a butterfly jigsaw puzzle on her belly. There were just random parts of butterflies showing. A wing here, an antenna there, another wing up there - so many parts were hidden in folds. That is the reason I did not get that butterfly tattoo on my butt thirty years ago in Provincetown at the Cape.