Believe it or not, I almost fell asleep a couple of times. I’m not kidding. Ask Arkansas Cyndi and my friend Carla (who took this beautiful picture). I was so relaxed when he was working on my shoulder and chest that I started drifting off.
Photo Credit: Carla Koen
(BTW, I totally have a crush now. He put up with me and my pals beautifully. Not sure how he managed, but he did. Jud is a rock star of epic proportions)
When Carla and I got there, I signed some paperwork acknowledging that I wasn’t pregnant, diseased, and that I was fully aware this was a PERMANENT CHANGE TO MY BODY. Um, yeah. I’m aware. The irony was not lost on me that someone somewhere sued a tattooist because he couldn’t wash off the skull and crossbones with the pretty pink bow after a drunken night out with buddies.
You can see he’d started working on the color on my shoulder there.
The outline is supposed to be the most painful. I seriously found it uncomfortable at most with a couple of times being a 7/10 on the pain scale. There was never a time I couldn’t manage it and there were a few times it actually felt good. Like I said, when he worked on my chest, I nearly fell asleep a couple of times. (except when he was on my collarbone. THAT did not feel good at all.)
ArkansasCyndi came in after a while and she took some pics as well. Check out her blog for her story about her first time in a tattoo parlor.
The detail work to the bee and dragonfly on my back was the most painful at times. But again, it was sporadic and not unbearable.
Here’s the finished product. I wanted daisies which are my favorite flower, a dragonfly which is my totem, and a honeybee which is what Melissa means in Greek.
More to the story later, hope you enjoy the pics. Thanks again to Carla and Cyndi for stopping by and keeping me company! Love you girls!
Bitchin' Fiction: Musings by author Melissa McKenzie / Melissa Francis 