One other thing that was special about today, aside from a certain excuse to drink the devil’s green cider? Unseasonable warmth! Up here on the frozen tundra of the barren Canadian hinterland, anyway. In celebration of our dying planet, I present to you these popsicle tattoos, belonging to Hayley, a piercer at Primal Urge in Perth, Australia. And, as it turns out, these delightful summer treats aren’t even called popsicles in Australia, and instead are referred to as “icy poles.” The Australians are a sweet and literal people.
EDIT: These are actually friendship tattoos! One is on the aforementioned Hayley, and one is on her best friend, Miss Spoons. The lesson, as always … I’m a jackass.
(Tattoos by Kat at The Tatt Shop in Northbridge, Western Australia.)