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Name: Crazy Bitch
Home: Portland, Oregon, United States
About Me: I've always enjoyed writing, so long as it's something I know about - like me. I'm a student. A mother. A sister. A homeowner. A perfectionist. I try to keep them as separate as possible, but sometimes they intertwine - which is NEVER a good thing. I love shoes. I love dancing, although I don't really know how. I love loud music, bonfires and the occasional glass of beer. I love my family. I love my life. And ever so slowly, I'm learning to love myself.
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| Wednesday, September 5, 2007 |
Over the summer, I took a trip to the Midwest to hang out with family a bit. My sister, T., from San Francisco joined me, as we hadn't seen each other in a few years. There are a lot of good and bad things about spending ten days and nights with family. Needless to say, I survived (barely).
While visiting, T. and I decided to get tattoos. We had talked about it with our other sister, C., however, C. decided she's too old. (Whatever!) So T. and I decided to do it without her.
Prior to our trip, there was lots of research on tattoos - where to put one, design, where to go, etc. Whenever we would make up our minds, something else would be discovered. After awhile, it became apparent we needed to save some areas of skin for much more elaborate designs in the future. At one point, T. wanted to wait.
"If we don't do it now, we never will," I told her.
"But maybe we should go down to LA and have Kat Von D. do it," she replied.
"Uh, no. That will never happen. I want one now."
T. wanted to go with something small for the first time. Me? I already had two. I wanted to go big. Girly with a bit of Grrr. Once we finally decided on something, we set the appointment to meet the artist. I was so excited to be going ahead with it!
We had the artist draw up our ideas - T. deciding to go big afterall. When he brought them out, T. was uncertain about hers. I told her not to do it. If uncertain - she'll hate it later. Better to wait. Mine, on the other hand, was PERFECT. It was absolutely Girly, and no - Grrr whatsoever, but I didn't care - I loved it. I set up an appointment for the next day.
T. spent the day doing more research - and finally returned to the small inspirational phrase that was her original idea. She set up an appointment after mine.
For the entire day and a half before our appointments we had to listen to our mother...
"That's so disgusting! Why would you want to disfigure your body like that? I can't believe you would do something like the! I'd never get a tattoo!"
And on.
And on.
And on.
When it was all said and done, both T. and I were both very happy. T.'s is very discrete and has special meaning to her. Mine is absolutely gorgeous and I'm so happy to show it off. Everyone's reaction? It's SO BIG! Ha! It's not that big. It covers the entire top of my shoulder and dips down to my shoulder blade. I would soooo go bigger, if I had the money to do so.
Of course, after expecting a week of tank-tops and halters, the rain kicked in, and I couldn't cover my shoulder. How was I going to keep warm? T. came up with the fabulous idea: cut the neck out of a sweatshirt and let my shoulder hang out.
"You mean, like 80's style?"
"Yep."
Like, ohmygod, I haven't done that in .... nevermind, best to not date myself. Funny thing - it worked perfectly. I emailed my best friend A. to tell her about it. "OMG you must send pictures!" read her email.
So here's my picture:
Cute, huh?
The next few days, Mom was all mom-like, tending to her injured babies. Eventually, she started saying things like,
"If it were me, I don't think I'd get it so big. I'd probably get this flower, and this one, and maybe this bud here, but not this one and this one," as she pointed out all the detail on my shoulder. Guess it's not so disfiguring afterall!
So, what's next? I still need that Grrr to go with my Girly, so I'm thinking I need a snake to wind through my petals....
Hmmm, maybe next trip. |
posted by Crazy Bitch @ 12:11 PM   |
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