About Me

Hello Everyone! My name is Chloe and Inked in Pearls is my blog. I was born and raised in beautiful Kansas City. I am currently attending Knox College in a small town called Galesburg in central Illinois. I am studying theatre and religious studies there. While at Knox I work in the theatre departments costume shop. Working there is a dream, I get the opportunity to make costumes for all of the shows that are produced at Knox. While I have always had a sincere love of fashion working in the costume shop has increased this love tenfold.

I am insanely close to my family. My immediate family is comprised of my dad, mom, little sister, and two dogs. My parents are incredible and have been together for nearly twenty-five years and will be celebrating their twentieth wedding anniversary in October. My little sister is named Gigi and she will be nine years old in August. Gigi is the most important person in my life. Throughout my entire childhood all I wanted was a little sister and whenever I turned ten I finally got one. That's right, we are ten years apart in age which has made us incredibly close because we have such a strange dynamic. Now my two dogs are named Fiona (Princess Fiona/Fifi) who will be thirteen in September, and Holly who just turned a year old. My little family is my everything and I can't imagine what my life would be like without them!

Now the title of this blog has some backstory. Earlier this year I decided to finally get a tattoo and went to a wonderful tattoo and piercing shop not far from campus. I hadn't really thought too much about what I was wearing but when I walked into the shop and told them I wanted to get a tattoo they looked me up and down and kind of chuckled. I happened to be wearing a lace top with a black skirt a big white bow in my hair, and of course I was wearing my signature pearl earrings. Now to the burly tattoo guy named Dale I probably looked like a tattoo shop was the last place I belonged. Once he put the image on my arm he asked: "You know this is permanent right?" Was I a little offended? Maybe, but I just responded with a "Yup." Once he began tattooing my arm and realized I wasn't going to start crying and running for the hills he began to be a lot more personable and talkative. Once the tattoo was done I was immediately ready to get the next one. About four months later I paid Dale at the tattoo shop another visit and of course I was wearing my pearls.