So anyways. It's a robin, like my name. It's also my favourite bird, because of its name.
There's always this moment before I do something permanent that I think, This is the last time I'll look like this. When I got my ears pierced (when I was a tween), I sat there holding my ear lobes, feeling their undamaged flesh. It was the same when I got my nose pierced. On my way to my first tattoo, I took a picture of my leg. I've never shown anyone, because it's literally a picture of my bare thighs. Not the most attractive picture. This time was no different. As my tattoo artist got everything ready, I sat there with M, thinking that my back would never look the same. I was more excited than nostalgic, though.
|I'll never look like this again|
She put the stencil on, and I looked, checked, thought and committed. This is the hardest part for me. There's no going back once she starts.
|Nothing's permanent yet!|
Oh! That's one piece of advice I have for anyone who wants a tattoo! I took a six pack of Coca Cola bottles, and I do not regret that decision. I don't know if it's the sugar or the caffeine, but that helped a ton. And my artist said that I was smart to bring them. I only drank one, but it's always better to be safe than sorry. M can't have caffeine, so we brought a six pack of Gatorade for him. He only drank three, but they definitely helped him too. And on our way out, we offered a bottle the man who was just getting ready for a new tattoo. He turned it down, and his artist thought he was pretty dumb. Haha. So, if you plan on going for a tattoo, bring something like that. It'll keep your blood sugar up, your energy up, and give you something else to think about.
|Fresh, still bleeding. :(|
So that's it for now. I don't think I'll get another for quite awhile. I think my tattoo addiction might be sated, at least for a year. Maybe a year. We'll see.