Gosh, I have a lot of things I meant to post this week, mostly to do with ice cream and food and other exciting things, but I sort of got caught up in other stuff and now I have exciting things that eclipse all that stuff that is only exciting in my head.
I went to Twelve 28 Tattoo today for my appointment with Joy. As you may remember, I went in last week for my consultation and it was fun telling Joy all my bee-nerd stuff.
Today, I went back. But before I went back, I took THE LAST PHOTO OF MY UN-BEED SHOULDER. EVER.
When I got there, she had four simple line-drawings of bees for me to look at, and I picked three of them to transfer to my skin. I also got to see Joy’s awesome work room which has many excellent Star Wars things in it, including many many Star Wars Pez dispensers that I do not own, such as a glow-in-the-dark Palpatine. How awesome is that?
Anyway, if you’ve never had a tattoo, the procedure was pretty much like my first one to begin. We talked a little bit about placement, and then Joy transferred one of the line drawings to my shoulder. I lay down on the chair, and Joy pinned up the pictures of bees that I had given her (bee pinups!) and got out a whole bunch of inks, and went to work.
The rest of it was nothing like my first one. First off, the first tattoo I got was all black. So I didn’t realize quite how much blood was being wiped away with the ink. It’s not a ton, but it’s enough to make everything smudgey red.
(However, I will also tell you the same thing I said the last time– for those of you who have thought about getting a tattoo but are afraid of the pain, it does not hurt very much. If you have ever gone to the dentist and gotten your teeth cleaned, the best thing I can compare it to is that scrapey sensation,. Sometimes it will hurt a little bit for just a second or two, and then it goes back to feeling scrapey. If anything, my neck hurt more from getting stiff than my skin hurt from having a tiny needle in it).
Joy finished the first bee, and it looked awesome. So she asked if we should continue and I said yessirree, Bob. I did not actually say that, but I was pretty enthusiastic, I think.
These bees, they are tiny pieces of art. I can’t tell you how happy I am with them. They are like little watercolor paintings on my skin, the way all the colors mix together.
Mirrored from Antagonia.net.