Myshka, my mentor who passed away earlier this year, left an indelible impression on my life. I met her not even 6 months after my mom passed away, and I think it was life’s way of giving me a maternal figure when I needed one. I was only 18-years-old – a senior in high school about to go off to college. She taught me how to sew, but her lessons went beyond the needle. She was very much like an iceberg; there was a lot about her that was hidden. It would seep out in bits and pieces – while I was hemming a pant, resetting a sleeve or whatnot, she would recant incredible, almost unbelievable, stories. You’d doubt her too if she told you that Valentino is an asshole and Christian Dior was a very humble man who never thought he was good enough. Turns out, it was all true. At her funeral, the women who knew her best confirmed Myshka’s stories. Yes, she worked for Valentino and Dior. She was also a baroness who spent her younger years traveling the world. She spoke of Monaco often.
I got a tattoo for my mom and I wanted to do the same for Myshka. I’ve long wanted a botanical, black and white tattoo, but never had a reason. When Myshka passed, I thought it would be the perfect way to honor her. I asked a local painter, Nicky Pasterfield, to draw a design using an inspiration image I’ve saved over a year. She did an incredible job recreating it with her own tune. Click here to see her sketch.
I might regret it in 10 years; I might not. Neither Myshka nor my mom lived with regrets. What matters is that I love it now.
I wanted to share the meaning behind the tattoo because Myshka was an incredible woman and I thank you for letting me share her story with you. I wish you all could have met her.