When Mary-Anne’s husband left her for a younger woman after thirty years of marriage, she was understandably devastated. For a long time, she wandered in a daze unsure of what to do with herself. Her children were grown up, and even though they called in to check up on her, they had their own lives and so for the most she was left alone.
But she had a determined streak within her and one day when walking through the town came across a tattoo shop and without a moment’s thought went in and came out with a small butterfly on her left heel.
Her children were shocked beyond belief that their sixty plus mother was having her body tattooed.
For Mary-Anne, it was an epiphany. The exhilaration she felt when the needle contacted her skin was not what she expected, and she loved it. She started to dream of more tattoos, she wanted them in more discrete places and found a lady who tattooed in the privacy of her home.
Over time Mary-Anne had the indelible ink in places she never dreamed she’d let any one look at let alone draw on.