Who doesn’t love tattoos ❤
I got one when I was 18 and travelling. Always wanted more. I love looking at people’s ink. Sleeves make me giddy. But I never got them. It was too much of a commitment.
Then we had our lovely girlies. I decided that NOW was the time to get more ink. I had a plan, a font and two names. Then I started seeing the font everywhere. On labels, advertising, online; It was EvErYwHeRe! Scriptina was ruined for me *boohoo*.
Ah, but Pinterest never fails. It’s a cornucopia of inspiration! Suddenly I had a design, enough cash and a booking. 2 Sparrow like birds with swirly detail inside on and around the inside of my left wrist below my watch strap. Each bird represented one of my girls. *Aaaaaw*
I was a bit nervous; not that it will hurt though – of course it will hurt. I was more nervous about the whole experience than the actual pain – 2 c-sections, ears and bellybutton piercings, and a few broken bones; I can handle pain. No, I was nervous about the people. This isn’t my type of crowd. These people are all so different: will they judge me; will they think my idea lame and laugh about it at tea time; do they even take tea time? And these are strangers! I get stage fright jitters when the teller at Spar talks to me, how will my body react to a tattood-pierced-freerange-bodymodded craftsman wielding a needle on a coil. So I had a little chat with myself. The only way to get through it, is to actually go through with it: Also take a peace offering. I presented the lady at reception with my first ever batch of fudge. It was a total pinstrosity. It hadn’t set, it was cavity inducingly sweet, and a muddy brown colour with green peppermint crisp chunks; transported 4 hours in a bakkie in a ziplock bag. It looked like poop with green bits in a baggie.
They loved it.
The meeting with the artist went a bit wobbly though First thing he said was what what I wanted cannot be done (more accurately, he won’t do it because it goes against their policy of responsible and informed tattooing). I had to change my idea. Because the amount of detail I wanted will blur over time. As an investment it was a bad choice. He suggested bigger. I argued that there wasn’t enough space on one arm for it. We settled on both arms. I was grateful for the slab of Midnight Velvet dark choc in my bag. Only wish I had brought along some cola too.
Enough talk, lookit the pics!