H is for Henna

My cousin Rachel and I went on a little day trip yesterday to beautiful Estes Park, CO. When Rachel and I travel together, strange things tend to happen. I think she’s starting to wonder about whether we’re jinxed (or whether its just me!). Our day included lunch served by a zombie waitress (I swear…definitely undead, ask Rachel!) and an offer to pet a dog that was clearly infested with ringworm (um, no thank you….back away slowly). But one of the best parts of our day involved henna tattoos at an import shop. We took at least 3 laps around the store (which was full of magical clothing items and jewelry and art). Then we saw a saw for henna tattoos and decided to go for it.

Rachel got a cute little elephant that she named Winston. I was narrowing my choices down when I noticed that freehand designs were available so I asked the artist to just go for it. The result was just beautiful.

I have one permanent tattoo and though I’ve toyed with the idea of getting another, I’ve never committed. I have to really love something to want to wear it forever. But the henna tattoo is so beautiful that I’m almost tempted to go get another permanent one. Or maybe I’ll just become a henna regular. It’s a fun way to experiment without the pressure of making any big life decisions.

So, we came away from our day in a mountain town in Colorado with henna tattoos and not having contracted any canine-born illnesses. We didn’t get lost once and we got home in one piece so I declare this day trip a success! I’m glad Rachel doesn’t mind going on adventures with me (I’ll post about our graveyard hunt in the future…stay tuned). 

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