Archive for March, 2012

March 31, 2012

why yes, yes I *am* that kind of girl…a tattoo saga

Many times in my adult life I have been faced with people shocked, shocked I tell ya!, when they discover I have tattoos. I have been asked “what is a nice girl like you doing with that?” and recently I was told that tattoos “just don’t fit my personality.”

My response to the question of what a nice girl like me is doing with a tattoo is well, maybe that’s the point. I like contradictions. Why can’t I have tattoos? Why should your opinion of me suddenly change when you see a flash of permanant art on my skin?Am I suddenly not such a nice girl? Am I going to kick your puppy next? Maybe pull the wings off of a butterfly? No. I’m still just a nice girl. Who happens to like tattoos. I’ve got a couple, just got another one, and have plans for more. And I intend to still be a nice girl who waves at the mailman and visits grandma every Sunday and holds the door open for people. Try to contain your shock and confusion.

SO, remember that post about how my back-up plan sort of, well, got backed-up? I talked about making lists of pros and cons. Wellllll, I had some very responsible pros on there, I swear it!  But honestly, one of the first things I said to my husband was “now I can get my tattoo.” Suddenly I was not restricted by an incredibly strict budget. I had six more months to be irrisponsible with my money! *woot* (ok…for the record, I would knock your socks off with what I have been doing with my budget, but who doesn’t want to be a little irrisponsible every now and then?!) And so, a tattoo that my heart has been craving for almost exactly one year was about to finally come into fruition.

| the inspiration |

I’ve decided to not explain the meaning behind why this image is so very important to me. If you know me, you know. If you read this blog enough, it is easy enough to decipher. It reminds me of love, and that is all that is important.

| the dilemma |

Common knowledge about me…I have ocd. It stalks my decision-making skills like a very hungry predator. It plagues my mind with what-ifs and worse case scenarios. So finding a tattoo artist? Shoot. Me. Now. And then something amazing happened. I found one. Quickly. and *gasp* very spur-of-the-moment. I hit the website of what is, in my opinion, the only reputable tattoo shop in our area, Otherside Ink. One of the artisits was working on a sleeve for a friend’s son, and the work was impressive. But then I got distracted. And ended up looking at another artist’s portfolio. And fell. in. love. Without much thought, I picked up the phone and made an appointment with Bisquette Bewley. *thud* This ocd girl just made a very fast, very permanant, decision.

| insert obsessive worry <HERE> |

Ok. phew. The appointment is made. I’m ready!!!! ummmmm, oh, what? I have to wait? Oh. Ok.

worry.worry.worry.worry.worry.worry.worry.

Considering the placement I chose for the tattoo (upper ribcage) you would think I would worry about the pain, right? Noooooooo. Nope. WHAT SHOULD I WEAR? That’s right folks, I obsessively worried about what a person is supposed to wear in order to get a fabulous tattoo and not flash their flab to the world. *sigh* It’s not easy I tell ya. I mean, these people are artists. I didn’t want to ruin their careers by burning out their retinas. See? I’m a nice girl through-and-through. I consider other people’s feelings 🙂

| am I really doing this? |

And the day arrives.  You would think I was about to go into the ring. I did a massive work-out to try to subdue the anxiety. I ate a huge lunch. And then I headed to Otherside Ink. I feel very much like the un-cool kid walking into a cafeteria filled with all the cool kids. I’m nervous. Not of the pain. A little bit about the fear that it won’t be as awesome as it is in my head. Mostly about feeling fat. Because that is how I roll. And I am sort of an annoying talker, so what if I annoy this guy with my nervous rambling? With my dumb questions? Why did I come here alone????

| done! |

In the end, I didn’t have much to worry about. I may have flashed the world for a brief moment, but Bisquette was fabulous at making me feel comfortable and worked some magic with some tape 🙂 I was terrified of moving so I barely made a peep for fear I would ruin the tattoo. The pain wasn’t nearly as bad as I had expected. The most painful part was my legs being in an uncomfortable position for a very long time, having to go pee, and really, keeping my stomach held in for three hours 😀 It was an awesome experience and I cannot even tell you how thrilled I am with the end result. I want to show it to the world…but well, that would be sort of awkward to be pulling my shirt up. Being a nice girl and all…

| photos |

tattoo immediately after completion.

two weeks later, nicely healed. (*please excuse the grain, I had to bump up the iso a bit)

Just look at that awesomeness! I know I am biased, but seriously! Look at that detail…if you tell me it isn’t amazing, I may just kick your puppy 😉

| the end |

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March 28, 2012

stink

Her name is Tink (ok, technically it is Tinker Bell, but really? That’s just embarassing, right? I seriously shouldn’t be left to my own devices when it comes to naming pets- I apparently turn into a 5 year-old) but we call her Stink. Sometimes Stinker Bell.

She actually smells fresh and clean. But she is a stinker. And well, there is the whole eating her own poo thing. That’s pretty stinky. We used to need to put a bell on her collar to keep track of her because she was such a trouble maker. Ok, let’s be honest here. She still is such a trouble maker. She eyes fresh laundry like a lion stalking it’s prey. Raiding garbage cans gives her a high like nothing else. She adores leaving me little poo presents when I come home from work.

She is the happiest little girl I have ever met. We are sure that she farts bubbles and poops rainbows.

March 22, 2012

hi there!

hi! I kind of forgot to blog lately, huh?! I suppose I don’t have much to blog about. I feel a little spacey lately, head in the clouds and all that. Unless you want to read about the clouds that I am looking at, seems like there is not much else to write about, you know? But I suppose I could share this little flower with you. Because I like it. So I hope you do too 🙂

I stumbled upon it in the woods of New Hampshire. I have no clue what it is, but I think it is fabulous looking. It reminds me of Dr. Seuss. It strangely makes me think of Pink Floyd’s The Wall. I love it.

March 8, 2012

lizard lounge

just a lizard in a tree for you on this fine Thursday 🙂

March 1, 2012

post anything, so long as you post something

here’s something. because I haven’t posted anything in awhile 🙂