When I was eighteen, my sister and I walked into a tattoo parlour and picked some bad flash off the wall. Luckily for my sister she was too young to be able to permanently mark her skin, but I got a cat on my shoulder.
Don’t get me wrong: I don’t regret it. I thought it was cute at the time and I was just pleased to prove I was an adult now, in theory if not in practice. It especially drove me crazy when people would tell me I would hate it in a few months or that I couldn’t know what I wanted at such a young age.
I don’t hate my random cat. At the time what I wanted was to be tattooed, and I did it. Eleven years later (!!!) it is time for a change, so I booked an appointment at New Tribe in Toronto and headed downtown this weekend for a consultation.
One day I want to get a knitting tattoo, but today is not that day. I spoke with Wes who helped me figure out the best way to get a raccoon on my arm in a way that would work as a cover-up, and he has some great ideas that I can’t wait to see. I’ll save those ideas until the drawing is ready and it is on my skin.
My appointment to get my skin painted by this talented artist is November 5th. A month! A whole month! I mean, I’ve waited literally years for this but a month seems insurmountable now.
I’ll explain why I want a tattoo another time, since I have a guest star (of a sort) for that post.
Tell me about your tattoos! Do you have any? Do you want any? Do you think they’re a pointless waste of money?