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I did the thing

26 Aug

Here’s that tattoo I mentioned a few posts ago. I’m in love with it.

A southern moon is a sodden moon, and sultry. When it swamps the fields and the rustling sandy roads and the sticky honeysuckle hedges in its sweet stagnation, your fight to hold on to reality is like a protestation against a first waft of ether.

-Zelda Fitzgerald, Save Me the Waltz

tattoo talk

15 Jun

So, here’s some news. Mom, brace yourself. I decided to get another tattoo! I went by the shop yesterday after work and got it scheduled for his next available appointment in July. This will be my third piece and will be done by the same artist who did my first one several years ago.

Why do people get permanent art on their bodies and why did I decide to get another? I think the reason is different for everyone. I find tattoos to be the ultimate in self-expression. Each tattoo has a story, even if that story is simply “I love dinosaurs.” They are visual narratives that we carry with us every day; constant reminders of things that are important to us. I’m not sure why some people view this as a negative thing because to me, it’s beautiful. I do accept that it’s not for everyone and people express themselves in different ways. Don’t like broccoli? Don’t eat it. Don’t like tattoos? Don’t get one. Don’t make life harder than it has to be folks.

I did meet some resistance from someone close to me, primarily about the placement of this new piece. My other tattoos are in places that I don’t see when fully clothed – between my shoulder blades and on my thigh. This new art will live prominently on my inner forearm. The reasoning behind the resistance was based on potential future employers who may not allow visible tattoos in the workplace. I get that in more conservative fields, this is a common policy, although I think it is falling gradually out of favor as time goes on. My thought on this, especially as I get older, is that I don’t want to work in a place that feels the need to stifle creativity and self-expression in this way. I don’t want to conform to someone else’s ideals or expectations of and for me. Life’s too short and I’m too old. Also, tattoos don’t suck out brain cells and make me perform my job poorly or in a less effective manner.

Anywho, I’m not going to stay on the soapbox about this, but that’s the gist. I just wanted to share the news about my upcoming new ink! And no, I’m not telling what it is until its done!

Photo by Julia Giacomini on Unsplash

so, i really wasn’t kidding

12 Dec

Last night was a first. I got a tattoo. A rather large tattoo on my back. I’ve wanted one for ages and had originally thought I’d get one to mark my 30th birthday. But that was four years ago and it didn’t happen. This was the year apparently and as I told my friend, I decided to go big or go home. I went big. And yeah, it hurt. I had one moment of panic midway through but I mean you can’t really leave the tat shop with a halfway done piece with any dignity can you? So I steeled my nerves and focused on breathing and my handsome husband who’s gift this was for my 34th birthday. I found my “zone”, zenned out with deep breathing, peaceful thoughts and some m&m’s and made it through. And really, childbirth is way worse so there is that.

And so, here it is…oh, and for the record, it does mean something to me, I didn’t just pick this design out of thin air. But it’s personal and I love it for many reasons.

Big kudos and hugs to Will at Lone Wolf on Broadway. You rawk.

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