So, earlier I thought I wasn't going to post about this because I didn't want my parents to flip out or anything, and I was going to just ease them into the idea, but then I thought, eh? I've already moved 5 states away on what basically boiled down to a whim, so after that there's probably not much that will phase them. Might as well just rip the band-aid.
(though I did tell them ahead of time and warn them it was going up in a post. I don't like secrets, but I also don't like to induce strokes just for shock value)
I got a tattoo yesterday! Now, here's the story: I picked out this tattoo when I was 18, newly arrived at college and wanting to be a rebel (because, you know, it's not like every other 18 year old college student gets a tattoo). The thing is, I never actually did it because a) I was afraid that 5 minutes after I got it I would hate it, b) I couldn't justify the cost , and c) I am a total chicken. Cut to 9 years later, I have never wavered in the design I wanted, and Alisa's boyfriend is a talented tattoo artist who stubbornly refused to take my money, so I sucked it up on the pain front and bit the bullet!
This is the process:
This is the finished product (well, the color is a little off because it bled kind of a lot):
And this is what it looks like today (see how the color is so much better?):
Oh, and it's a little star guy from the Care Bears. They live up in the cloud city. Specifically, it's this little guy, minus the Easter Egg he's holding:
Cheesy? Yes. Do I love it anyway? Yes. Stars are my favorite shape and this is really just a friendly little star. What could be better?
I love it! (and my parents both took it like champs, thanks guys!)
2 comments:
Hey Jess, love the tattoo, but I thought you would get a flip flop!
yaaaaaaaaaaaaaay!!! It looks so much more yellow! I'm so glad you like it:0)
What's next? A decrepit Hamlet holding a withered skull, I hope...;0)
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