I was right: the tattoo hurt. A lot. By the third hour I was audibly whimpering, something I don't remember ever doing when I've been tattooed. I'm certain it hurt more than any of the others, but this is also the most detailed ink I have, so there's that.
Did I tell you that I'm smitten?
I couldn't have imagined this tattoo being as lovely as it is. The skills of this tattoo artist are unbelievable. The dude just turned 30. If only I was willing to offer up more real estate, he'd be the man that I'd want to ink me.
As it is, I have one more tattoo I'm thinking of getting, right before my 50th birthday this September. It's my new motto, found in a TV series that I was on a mad tear with over the holidays.
If you've watched the series you'll know the quote, which sort of makes me feel like a big dork and it's why I plan to make a rebus of the phrase, a gentle reminder for my journey forward.
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I had an interesting conversation with my girl this morning about my tattoos. She doesn't like them although she's never really thought about them until her friends starting making comments about people with piercings and tattoos. They're very careful to always say that I'm not who they're talking about, but it's hard for my kid to not feel awkward. At this age, anything that draws too much attention to my girl makes her uncomfortable and then she feels profoundly guilty because she thinks she's somehow betrayed me. (Oh this kid of my heart with the biggest heart around.)
We live in a sheltered and somewhat conservative community. As baffling as it is to me because we do live in a major metropolis, we are a segregated community of people that mostly look the same. And I don't fit into that mold.
My girl doesn't judge anyone for who they are, what they look like or how they choose to live their lives and she's fought for her beliefs when her friends have made small remarks.
But it has me thinking: why is it that collagen lips and boob jobs, Botox and fillers, are more acceptable than adorning your body in ink?
If you've watched the series you'll know the quote, which sort of makes me feel like a big dork and it's why I plan to make a rebus of the phrase, a gentle reminder for my journey forward.
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I had an interesting conversation with my girl this morning about my tattoos. She doesn't like them although she's never really thought about them until her friends starting making comments about people with piercings and tattoos. They're very careful to always say that I'm not who they're talking about, but it's hard for my kid to not feel awkward. At this age, anything that draws too much attention to my girl makes her uncomfortable and then she feels profoundly guilty because she thinks she's somehow betrayed me. (Oh this kid of my heart with the biggest heart around.)
We live in a sheltered and somewhat conservative community. As baffling as it is to me because we do live in a major metropolis, we are a segregated community of people that mostly look the same. And I don't fit into that mold.
My girl doesn't judge anyone for who they are, what they look like or how they choose to live their lives and she's fought for her beliefs when her friends have made small remarks.
But it has me thinking: why is it that collagen lips and boob jobs, Botox and fillers, are more acceptable than adorning your body in ink?
