I love tattoos. A lot. I’m sure you’re completely shocked given the tone of my recent blog makeover.
I got my first one at 20 years old and was immediately hooked. Over the past 14 years I have added 11 more to my collection. I definitely like some more than others, but each one represents a certain time in my life and I have no regrets over any of them. And also I couldn’t care less about how they will look when I’m 90.
By the time I’m 90, I figure at least half of everyone else will also have at least one tattoo anyway.
So naturally I considered Betty’s birth to be a fantastic opportunity for a new tattoo. From the start, M and I had a cherry blossom themed nursery planned for her so the decision of what to get was a very easy one. The hardest part was picking the shop. I researched many places and dug through countless artist’s books, carefully choosing one based on the style I had in mind. In the end I made an appointment back at the Baltimore Tattoo Museum where I had gotten some work done in the past. The artist I chose drew it out for me prior to my appointment, which was at the end of April. He did an excellent job designing a tattoo that is all pretty cherry blossoms and water because Betty is a Pisces. Like me!
Here is an awesome MySpace-selfie mirror shot of my arm with the outline done. Is MySpace even relevant anymore?
Good lord that picture makes me look like I have freakishly long arms. I promise I don’t. Or maybe I do and that’s why all yoga arm binds have always been so easy for me.
Anycomplex here’s the colorful finished product!
AHHHH I LOVE IT! It is the no-contest favorite of all my tattoos. It even has my little B’s birthday in a very understated fashion up there at the top because giant in-your-face name tattoos are not so much my style. Maybe for a blog header, but not on my body. (No offense if they are yours.)
Do you have any tattoos with special meaning for a person in your life? Would you ever get one?