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So, hi honey, how was your day? Oh, I biked over to a loft studio for an 8 am appointment and spent over 3 hours getting new ink on my tattoo.
( I suppose a picture is in order. )
It's not even totally done. She still needs to do the last group of "swooshes" as we call them at the bottom. Also, maybe more blue on my arm. I will be approaching a quarter-sleeve soon....maybe half....full....
This one hurt. Or rather, it hurt more after the fact than I remember any other ones. I remember being pretty depressed after the first 3 hour session, partly because it just didn't look exactly how I wanted, partly because I was just coming down from an intense physical experience. This time around I'm thrilled with the color, it's gorgeous, the picture does it some justice. She added a little brown to the book, a tad too reddish-brown than I wanted, but it might also just be red from the skin being irritated, and I do like the definition it adds. She does it all virtually freehand. She took a sharpie and drew thin outlines of where each swoop would go, then she just does it. It's not an ink transfer she follows. Impressive.
She talked about filling in the words. I'm like, hmmm, maybe silver or grey...or black. She's like red! Gold! She likes color. It's her specialty. I'm slowly converting, somewhat, but still want all my colors in the blue/black/grey/silver range. Maybe a dark purple. Not ready for the other side of the spectrum. Still love black tattoos. Love my black bear. Want more plain black tattoos. Talking with![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
drinkasyoupour this afternoon, I'm already thinking of my right forearm, a spot I've wanted inked for awhile. I like having both. Of course I do.
Oh, if mom could see me now.
The last time I saw my tattoo artist was pre-chest surgery. She asked me about the procedure, the scars. Asked if I was going to get tattoos to cover them when they healed more. I said I used to think I would, but now that it's done, I'm happy enough with my chest modification, it doesn't need anything extra.
I've been woozy all day, achey, stingy. At one point I realized, oh yeah, I can take medicine. There's such an invention as aspirin.
I haven't been getting much sleep lately. Lying in bed, not falling asleep until 1 am, sometimes later. Waking up at 6, 6:30, 7. I can't nap during the day. But I don't feel that sleep-deprived. I keep thinking I should be tired. Instead I make roast beef and parmesan garlic cauliflower and bake blueberry muffins.
( I suppose a picture is in order. )
It's not even totally done. She still needs to do the last group of "swooshes" as we call them at the bottom. Also, maybe more blue on my arm. I will be approaching a quarter-sleeve soon....maybe half....full....
This one hurt. Or rather, it hurt more after the fact than I remember any other ones. I remember being pretty depressed after the first 3 hour session, partly because it just didn't look exactly how I wanted, partly because I was just coming down from an intense physical experience. This time around I'm thrilled with the color, it's gorgeous, the picture does it some justice. She added a little brown to the book, a tad too reddish-brown than I wanted, but it might also just be red from the skin being irritated, and I do like the definition it adds. She does it all virtually freehand. She took a sharpie and drew thin outlines of where each swoop would go, then she just does it. It's not an ink transfer she follows. Impressive.
She talked about filling in the words. I'm like, hmmm, maybe silver or grey...or black. She's like red! Gold! She likes color. It's her specialty. I'm slowly converting, somewhat, but still want all my colors in the blue/black/grey/silver range. Maybe a dark purple. Not ready for the other side of the spectrum. Still love black tattoos. Love my black bear. Want more plain black tattoos. Talking with
drinkasyoupour this afternoon, I'm already thinking of my right forearm, a spot I've wanted inked for awhile. I like having both. Of course I do.Oh, if mom could see me now.
The last time I saw my tattoo artist was pre-chest surgery. She asked me about the procedure, the scars. Asked if I was going to get tattoos to cover them when they healed more. I said I used to think I would, but now that it's done, I'm happy enough with my chest modification, it doesn't need anything extra.
I've been woozy all day, achey, stingy. At one point I realized, oh yeah, I can take medicine. There's such an invention as aspirin.
I haven't been getting much sleep lately. Lying in bed, not falling asleep until 1 am, sometimes later. Waking up at 6, 6:30, 7. I can't nap during the day. But I don't feel that sleep-deprived. I keep thinking I should be tired. Instead I make roast beef and parmesan garlic cauliflower and bake blueberry muffins.
