About us

It hurt, sure, but not as much as losing my friend would have…

(Some details have been changed for anonymity)

 

We had been friends since 3rd grade. She was the shortest in the grade with long red hair. I was the tallest. Everyone made jokes wherever we went but we didn’t care.

She had a life sized poster of Wham! We were going to marry one of them each. (Neither of us minded which one, which was clearly not the biggest problem in that arrangement).

As fate would have it, she married neither Andrew nor George. Instead she married a wonderful guy named David. (Not in third grade - some time had passed by then).

I was bridesmaid.

Together, we chose her dress. It was white and backless and sexy as all get out.

Together, we chose my dress. It was blue and backless and (dare I say it) every bit as sexy.

We were killing it.

Until her Mother saw the dresses. And my tattoo. Which showed in my (aherm very sexy) dress.

And as we used to say under our breath in third grade (and clearly I still say) she lost her shit. Loudly.

She told me I had three choices:

  • Choice one: Buy a new dress
  • Choice two: (I’m quoting now) Get that thing covered up
  • Choice three: Don’t be a bridesmaid

My friend was there. My friend was silent (I don't blame her, I blame the powerful and instinctive fear many of us have of our mothers).

So…I’m guessing you can see where this is going now….

I chose choice two.

I went looking for a tattoo cover up.

Except everything I found was horrible.

Greasy, thin, complicated. The wrong colour. Useless.

I was seriously contemplating choice one.

Until….(drumroll please) I stumbled on a glimmer of light in a dark, dark world. U.K product called Tattoo Secret. I contacted them. Did they sell to Australia? No they did not.

For a little while, it was looking like I was going to have to fly over there, buy it and fly back in time for the hen’s night.

But then, one fine spring morning, a package arrived. The packaging looked like something that had come from Egypt via Thailand but inside the Tattoo Secret Kit was unharmed.

As I opened it, a perfect ray of sunshine hit the box and I knew I had found my solution.

I wore my dress. I looked amazing. The Tattoo Secret Camouflage cover worked like a dream. Total cover. All night. (And well into the early hours of the morning as it happened but that is another story for another day.)

And you know what? I even danced with her mother.

And that would normally be the end of the story right?

Except shortly after, something similar happened to my sister.  And then I had an email from another friend. Same deal but this time she needed it for a job interview.

So I find myself standing in front of you today, proudly the distributor for Tattoo Secret and here's what I want to tell you:

It's your choice

Brunch Midmorning…. Rockstar cool in black and shades. There could be vodka in your tomato juice, there could be kale flakes but who's to know except you? Mid afternoon could find you on a sun drenched yacht. Or napping….. Or scuba diving. Who knows what you are doing this evening. Opera, late supper, Netflix You want to rock your ink in your lace gown at the opera, but not feeling it with your floral bikini?

It's Your Choice

Dream job interview and not sure how your ink will go down?

It's Your Choice… Getting married and want your backless look bare?

It's Your Choice… But when you choose - you don’t half-arse it. You don’t squint into the computer screen trying to match your one-of-a- kind skin tones into computer pixels. Nope. You go for the world’s best tattoo makeup concealer. The one that gives you a range of shades so you can match the colour to you. Not the other way around.

 

Kathy Wilson

 

My bio:

Kathy Wilson wants to live in a world where coffee is perfectly made, love letters are written on post its and everyone gets to be who they want to be every single day.

A sought-after SEO Specialist and Author (not always in that order)  she’s been spotlighted on Mamamia, and Tourism Media.

When she’s not writing, you can find her re-reading the Dresden Files (if you don't know it, get it from Audible now) and eating  obscene amounts of peanut brittle icecream without a trace of shame.