IMG_3908A girl called Daisy with a Daisy tattooed on her wrist? Not predictable at all.

I’ve liked the idea of getting a tattoo for a long time now, and although I don’t think tattoo’s have to have any particular meaning, I wanted my first one to have some significance to me. So, I got a Daisy because well, that’s me (kind of).

Some of you may know that my legal name is not Daisy but in fact Georgia, so I’m taking this blog post as an opportunity to explain why.

When my parents were deciding names for me, my mum proposed the name Daisy but my dad wasn’t so keen as he thought I might get teased as a child – ‘Daisy the cow’ (for the record, no one has ever called me this…but thanks for the thought Dad).

When I was around 7 years old, I asked my mum what I would have been called if I was a boy – Boris (we ended up naming the rabbit Boris instead), and then what other names they liked for a girl. My mum mentioned Daisy and for some reason at that age, I fell in love with it.

From that day on, I wanted to be a Daisy and I have been ever since. I stopped responding to Georgia and eventually Georgia was phased out completely. No one has called me Georgia for as long as I can remember.

This blog post was definitely overdue as it would have saved me explaining this extremely dull story many, many times.

So that’s the story behind the Daisy tattoo.

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