For my birthday in June I told Bill wanted to get a tattoo.
I knew what I wanted and knew who I wanted to do it. Unfortunately, it seems everyone else in town wants to get tattooed by Erik at The Raw Canvas because I had to wait two months to get an appointment.
Well, if I had wanted a kanji or a Smurf or something, I probably could have gotten in sooner. But I had bigger plans.
And those plans now seem completely idiotic.
Because there is one thing about tattoos ... they hurt. Like hell. A lot. Imeanreally!
I decided to get a rather large back piece that would require more than one 4-5 hour sitting. No problem, I thought. It's all good. I'm a good sitter.
Then Tuesday came and we started my giant tattoo. After the first 10 minutes I wanted to be all, "Yeah, I was just joking. Hey, Bill, let's go to Bed, Bath and Beyond instead of staying here while this guy carves me with inky needles."
But I didn't. I sat (actually laid on my belly) like a champ for over four hours. Yes, people, I was tattooed for more than four hours. That was twice as long as my labor when I had Margaret.
And the glorious part?
We're not even close to being done.
But what is done is so awesome, it makes me want to cry a little.
So without further ado, here's a brief photo essay of of this first sitting:
The stencil showing my existing tattoos. In the end, there will be flower work that will integrate my existing tattoos with my new one.
Here it is with the line work completed:
Then we started on the color:
And this is where we stopped more than four hours after starting:
The only way I'd be more pleased was if it was all done.
Ah tattoos, they are so much fun.