I had wanted a tattoo since my late teens I think. Probably at least 5 years before I got one. I never really knew what I wanted or where and I was scared of hating it so I stalled. Then my H said he wanted to get one... next week! I hated the idea of him getting one when I really one so I said i'd come with him. I then spent the week scouring ideas and drawing on my ankles with black texta to test the location. I realise my ankle just seemed "right" so I decided on the right spot. I love it and it's perfect (have had it for about 10 years now). I think knowing I really one for so long it didn't matter that I rushed the final decision as then I went with my gut. I like that it's not always on show but I think it makes a pair of strappy heels pretty sexy