My Dear Anon: Hello?
Princess: Whatcha doing today?
Princess: Me Neither, wanna see if we can get tattoos today?
And that's how much planning went into what I did this past Saturday.
So off we skipped to the tattoo parlour.
My Dear Anon went first, and I proceeded to distract her.
Not that she really needed it, as she seems to be under the mistaken impression that tattoos don't hurt. Apparently it's mind over matter with her, because she got along just fine.
My Dear Anon got a lovely little tree frog. She couldn't get the entire tattoo that she wanted, but she has an excellent start.
So for anyone who's never had a tattoo before, let's tell you a bit about how the process works:
Well first of all you generally have to make an appointment for a consultation, and then make a later appointment for the actual tattoo. We kinda skipped all that by going to a place that accepts walk-ins on Saturdays. It's also why My Dear Anon didn't get her whole tattoo - it was too elaborate for a walk-in.
So you go and tell the guy what you're looking for, how big and where you want it. In our case, he sent us away for an hour while he listened to god-awful heavy metal music and drew it up for us.
Then My Dear Anon lay on the bed-type-thing.
First the not-chatty-at-all guy lay down the drawing transfer onto her leg, then he inked the outline. Last comes the colouring in.
Not-Chatty then wrapped Anon's tat in plastic and it was my turn.
Now I'm not nearly as cool or relaxed as Anon is. I remember very well how much my last tattoo hurt, and like before I came prepared for the event. And I feel compelled to add that my preparation was the only thing that made Not-So-Chatty crack a smile the entire time.
Yup. I brought a stuffed animal. Not as security blanket (Although that's what Anon accused me of), but so I would have something to squeeze. Ask My Person- she knows! She gave me a teddy bear last time! *Ahem* Moving On...
Anyhow, My Dear Anon did her best to distract me as well. Fortunately it didn't really take that long. Only about 35 minutes for mine.
God do I ever look like I have a fat calf in that photo.
Anyhow, the same process - transfer, outline, colouring in.
Oh yeah, and lots of wiping off of blood. My daffodil looked pretty orange for a while...
So I got covered in plastic too. Was told to keep it on for 2 hours, then be meticulous with washing and moisturizing it. We bought some aloe too for good measure.
So far no itchiness, but I'm waiting for it to happen. That's my most enduring memory of my last tattoo.
Anyhow, aren't they pretty? Finally some flowers that won't cause me to have a deathly allergic reaction.
Monday, July 21, 2008
My Dear Anon: Hello?