cozy nights indoors · I Wanna Hold Your Hand movie · tattoos · The Beatles

I showed you the fronts of my legs, so let’s take a look at the backs of them, shall we?

I had a really good night last night. I ran some errands during the day, one of which was picking up some firewood because it was finally spitting snow here in central Ohio. I thought to myself–what the hell is the point of having a fireplace if we never have fires?!

Am I right, or am I right?

So I had a roast and potatoes going in the oven, we had some lovely drinks of the alcoholic persuasion to choose from, and now we had firewood. The stage was set for a kick-ass evening.

Bill made the fire and both the kitties curled up near it.

I even went so far to bump this whole perfect scenario up a notch by selecting movies to watch as I sprawled in front of the fireplace too. The first flick to pop into my mind was a classic from 1978 that I’ve seen a million times but not recently–

A little cinematic gem called I Wanna Hold Your Hand starring Wendie Jo Sperber, Pam Allen and Eddie Deezan. Have you ever seen it? It’s about a crew of kids taking off for NYC in February 1964 to find their ways into the Plaza Hotel to meet The Beatles. It’s basically hilarious and a super-cute little movie. I’ve always liked it. I relate to Sperber’s character Rosie who loves and wants to marry Paul. I bet a crap ton of women can probably relate to Rosie.

Wendie Jo was so funny. ❤

Here she is as Rosie, moments away from the Beatles taking the stage on the Ed Sullivan Show.

I have felt like this a few times in my life. And it’s one of my favorite ways to feel.

So I Wanna Hold Your Hand was popped into the dvd player and I lounged on the floor in front of the fire with a pillow under my head and my kitties nearby and I watched the movie again. I thought to myself–when I was a 13 year old girl, newly infatuated with the Fab Four, all I ever wanted to do was listen to their records, read books about them, or watch shows about them or write stories about them. I LOVED them. Last night I felt rather thirteeny and it was lovely.

A perk to being 52 as opposed to 13 is you can do pretty much whatever the hell you want when you want. And that’s always cool.

I thought about asking my husband to take a picture of my two relatively-new tattoos on the backs of my calves last night, but I didn’t get around to it. I was thinking it would be cool to share them on my blog and my Facebook.
Well, this morning I got on Instagram and my friend who did the tattoos posted them on his account. I was like–hey, that guy read my mind!

Let’s take a look, shall we?

File tattoos under “cool things you can do when you’re grown up”. ❤

Tattoos done by Matt at Thrill Vulture Tattoos in Westerville, Ohio. 🙂

These here are my George and Ringo tattoos. I love ’em. Here Comes the Sun is my favorite song ever. Helter Skelter is also a good time. When Paul plays that live and I’m there to see it, I basically lose my shit. In a good way.

I shall finish this post by showing my two other Beatles tattoos I’ve had for awhile because, you know, I gotta be fair.

John self portrait (also by Matt) ❤

This next one I’m going to share is the first Beatles tattoo I ever got. Also by Matt. I told him I dreamed of having a Hofner bass on my arm. I’ll never forget when I went in to the shop that day to get it done and he showed me the sketch he made. I was SO EXCITED. It was even better than I could have ever imagined. But that’s what I’ve come to expect with my tattooers.

I have a lot of tattoos, and I am not going to lie–this one is one of my favorites.

A thing of beauty ❤

I hope you enjoyed this little peek at my skin and glimpse into my love of The Fab Four.

One things is 4 sure–

A love like ours will never die as long as I have them near me. ❤

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