Now, I'm the sort of girl who has no make up, no fancy clothes, has no piercings, hasn't seen a hairdresser in over a quarter century. But when I lost my husband last year and then won a free tattoo when a new neighbour set up a tattoo studio in town, I figured it was time to 'do something', so I chose a design to commemorate my husband, whose surname is based on the alder tree, so that he's always be there right behind me helping me on wherever my life's journey takes me.
Seems to suit me well, and say what it needs to say.
I got one...it even has my wife's name on it...my EX WIFE that is. Katie loves that, a dragon sitting upon a mythical tree, holding a heart with my first wife's name in it. BUT I should have seen that coming. Even when married I introduced my wife as my "first wife". How prophetic!
I have another too. I LOVE hockey...so I drew it myself. A nurse pushing a baby carriage with the baby holding a stick shoving a puck, all inside the NHL emblem. When the tattoo artist first put the needle gun to me, he stopped, looked at me, and said, "I love welders, you guys do not even flinch." We do not either because we get burned so much, yet we would ruin our welds if we move, so we endure a lot of burning pain, so getting a tattoo is nothing.
At another shop I went to, the kid before me said he could not understand how a person could stand the pain of a tattoo , but he was there to get a eye brow pierced. I had to wait for him and could not believe how medieval it all was. The woman just took a big darning needle out, and shoved it straight up through his eyebrow. The kid faltered a bit, she asked if he was okay, and then he completely passed out onto the floor. I was thinking, 'and you think getting a tattoo is bad?' How my ex-wife got her tongue pierced I will never know, but I liked it...a lot!
LOL. When I lived in Japan I dated a tattoo artist. He ended up opening a studio around the corner from my apartment and I used to go help out there sometimes. He mostly did the large back pieces and I watched many a tough young guy pass out. One started out strong, getting the outline done for his back piece, held firm for about an hour, then turned a weird shade of green, barfed and ran out of the studio. His girlfriend, who was there holding his hand, watched him go, looked at me with that half-eyebrow look ("why do i put up with this crap"), sighed, and went after him. As far as i know, he never came back and still has a half-completed mob tattoo on his back (not great for his future prospects...).
I will have to see if I can find some pictures of mine. Lots of leaves, flowers, bugs, birds.
I didn't like the taste of tongue and it didn't like the taste of me. I will now try this tiny ad:
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