Standing outside The Confession Box waiting for the Poetic Essence Awards to commence I-spied something beautiful in the form of a tattoo.
As you know I am a big lover of sleeves, particularly on women as they tend to choose delicately aesthetically pleasing images to adorn their precious skin. Personally I couldn't get one done now that my pain threshold is so low. Thankfully it doesn't stop me from appreciating (with mild envy) other people's arms.
Of course I couldn't let the moment pass without getting a pic of such an eloquently serene image.
I didn't ask why she has a tattoo of her mom, it didn't feel appropriate at the time. Maybe I'll see her again, and the timing will be more conducive with obtaining intimate information.