Tattoo's for all!

After Scott's puja, a professional henna artist came to Sruthi's home to do some ink up on Sruthi and her mom.  In.cred.i.ble.  I'm not sure how Sruthi has managed to get away with it, but this was the first time she'd had it done.  If I'd had the opportunity, I'd have it done lots!  Sruthi is an incredibly simple person, and is not into a lot of fru-fru.  Scott has jested that one of the reasons he likes her so much is that she can get ready faster than he can, shower included.  She is all about jeans, and a t-shirt, no accessories.  I think a wedding ring will be asking a little much . . . . 

Anyways . . . 

Is this not stunning?  The longer the henna is left on, the darker it gets.  The dark skin is definitely a helper, too.  I'm sure I meant to get a picture of her face?

While Sruthi and her mom had theirs done earlier, there was an official henna party that evening at a most spectacular house.

Mila was first in line for hers.

Chris . . . 

I don't think the boys are supposed to get it done, but as tradition was already being shattered with the introduction of a white boy, what additional harm could really be done?

aaaahhhh . . . . . 

I got Celisse all fed, happy, and papoosed so that I could get the henna done.  I was walking over and this gramma, who I found out later speaks no English, yelled/demanded at me 'Give me baby!'  Done.  What a perfect pair, don't you think?  Celisse happy as could be, and a little smile on gramma's face.

Mila went back for seconds.  Surprise, surprise.

Celisse actually held still long enough for a little butterfly!

And wasn't she just so pleased?

Finally, me!

Mila didn't have the patience to leave it on a long time, but it still stained.  So, yeah!

Gramma still going strong.

I'm not sure he was too pleased, but Grampa Stever got a little snuggle time in (Grampa is, self-admitted, not a big fan of infants.  He'd much rather have a mouthy toddler!)

I didn't get a good view of the front of the house, but here is the side of it.  With the security 'shack'.  I wanna live in the shack!

I felt so pretty for days.

The only downfall was that after a few days it had a color more akin to baby poop.  I kept looking down and thinking I had failed to properly clean up.  It was rather disconcerting.