sunday i went with kristin to get a few more long awaited tattoos. she got a quote and some really pretty script under her boobs (UNDERBOOBS!) and i got my left foot done. it was hot as hell, and mildly horrible in the parlor, but oh my god am i happy we did it. it has been over a year since i was last tattooed (over a freaking year! what kind of madness is that?!) and that is definitely far too long in between ink sessions. especially when my head is practically bursting with ideas for more tattoos and i’m lucky enough to have a god damned fantastic artist at hand. seriously? i need more tattoos, more often, more more more.
things that are currently crawling around in my head:
- the full sleeve i have planned for my right arm
- giant outer thigh (most likely?) piece i’m thinking of
- must.have.chest.piece. OMG! (and i think i saw PART of the most perfect art for it at the shop)
- additions to my current foot tattoos (i have two of them now, yay!)
- bro tat with kristin that i’m 95% certain is going behind my ear (we already have an appointment scheduled! huzzah!)
- obviously i’ll need something on my left arm…a few ideas…
- full-back piece. i have some of the supplement art and the main piece idea. it would be HUGE. i’m not ready for it, but i must have it!
really? why don’t i just spend the next year or so getting wonderful tattoo after wonderful tattoo? honestly, i can’t think of anything better than that!
and thus, my new tattoo…it was probably the most painful one to date (without a doubt). and it definitely is going to be more of a bitch to heal, but oh my god…so.worth.it! really, truly, i had no idea what it would be going in, but now that i see it…it’s everything i could have ever wanted! really, truly gorgeous. and it’s mine! all mine forever and ever and nobody can change it or fuck with it or take it way. mine.
and so far, i have never once gotten a tattoo and thought “oh, that was a mistake” or felt a single pang of regret or wished i could take it all back. every single one i’ve gotten has been wonderful and if anything i love them more and more as time goes on. the older i get, the more i love them. and really, if i didn’t, wouldn’t that just be the saddest thing? they’re a part of me. i’m already self-conscious enough and have such heaping piles of insecurity that i really couldn’t afford to go on hating bits of myself…especially when they’re so splendid. my tattoos are my best bits, by far. and the way i see it, they can only get better.
my one regret, i guess if you could call it that, would be that in some places i’ve already been tattooed and cannot get ink there all over again. i guess… but that just means i’ll put it elsewhere!
