Army of ink # 47

Skip To Me   … When I was a little girl I wore black pantyhose on my head.   flicked back ponytail legs  .  wobbled on stiletto sticks  .  tripped and  tumbled  .  and all fell down  . . .  plaits now fall on shoulders of mine  .  following and pretending packed away  .   I skip along paths  .  dodging footprint holes  .   and dress up boxes  .  never again to cover my tracks  .   for I skip like a stone  .   forever and ever  .  on a path of my own .

This ink came to me about a year ago and I changed the last line today – because she’s grown so much since then.  For the first time in my life I actually feel grown up.   Not in the conventional sense.  I just feel ‘integrated’ with the girl that was, the one that is and have a firm grip on the one who’s taking the next step.   In the BLOG I posted a little note too, which says;  “Happy ever afters are stories not finished yet” .  A line Angelique Jollie dishes up to Brad in the movie Mr and Mrs Smith.  Oh so true.   And yes, I did wear pantyhose on my head as a kid – and painted false finger nails made out of sticky tape.   Shhhhh.  Pass her on …