Saturday I get my next tattoo and I have to share just how excited I am about this one. This one will have meaning and this one I will be going in prepared. It's silly because I'm pretty sure no one reads this blog but I'm going to keep the plans to myself anyway till after Sunday. Here's the story on my first tattoo, for my own recollecting and just in case someone out there can learn from it.
I can't use the excuse that I was only 18 because I wasn't. In fact it really wasn't that long ago (less than a year). I have a little three star design by my right hip area. I wanted it to be cute and it is but there are things I would change. The more I look at it the more perplexed I get over it. I guess I can over-analyze things a bit too much so this was to be expected but I can't get over all the what ifs and "maybe if this one was moved here or one was added here...". Anyway, the point I'm getting at, is that I didn't really go in prepared and once I got there, I was more concerned about the jabbing needle piercing through my skin than I was about the actual design of my tattoo. I'm a baby yes. So when I went in and told him a bit of what I wanted and described how I wanted it to flow up my hip, I don't think he was really grasping it. He started out with a design of four stars and I decided to change it to three and I guess that threw him off because he just wasn't placing them how I wanted. I made him move them around a couple times and by the third or fourth time, I decided to just go with it. Partially because it looked decent enough and partially because I was ready to bolt out the door at any second. It was all supposed to be a spontaneous thing because I knew that would be the only way I could actually go through with it. Now looking back, I wish that I did push him to do more what I originally envisioned even if it took ten times. Afterall, it's my body and what I have to look at for the rest of my life. That's important. Anyway, I don't have any pictures of my tattoo on here but let's just say that it looks more like a cute stamp than a nice flowage of stars(That's right I said flowage). So that's my first tattoo story. A long lesson learned.
Pictures of star tattoo mishap to come at a later date. My *hopefully* perfect tattoo #2 story will be shared soon enough as well!
