Get your tats out for the lads

I am intrigued by tattoos.  I cannot imagine ever liking a part of myself so much that I would want to dwell on it myself, or that others would want to.  Someone described a tattoo to me "as like deciding to wear flares for the rest of your life".  But it's always good to try things (except, as Nancy Mitford famously said, incest and country dancing) especially if you can do them in a low-key, temporary way.  Therefore when the lovely Amy sent me a Skin Art tattoo kit I was deeply ashamed at how excited I was.  My eight year old daughter was also beside herself at the look of the kit, which was closely followed by fury when I told her there was no way on this earth she was wearing a temporary tattoo to school.  Badly applied nail varnish that she gnaws off during Literacy I am not that bothered about - tattoos are a Different Thing Entirely.

My friend Jacquie came round and we experimented with the transfer tattoos, dark ink prints that you rub on with a damp cloth, and the prettier sparkly stencils (hearts, flowers etc).  After  half a jug of Pimms I ended up with a bluebird on my left boob (Simon peered at it and said "Ooh.  Common!")  which I felt quite fond of, and Jacquie had three hearts up the inside of her wrist.  We went a bit berserk with the glitter but it was very enjoyable.  My bluebird lasted through five showers and a swimming session before it scraped off, but it all came off in one go so I didn't have a paraplegic bird hopping around on my breast, thankfully.

If you are a nicer mummy than me then your small girl will LOVE this.  It would also be good for parties and festivals when you want to look braver than you are.  They are incredibly easy to apply - I am the most cack-handed person in the universe and I managed it easily.  If this doesn't become the new face-painting for nine year old's parties I will eat my hat.