This Saturday the husband and I dropped the kids at his parents for their neighborhood Halloween walk and a sleepover. Then we headed to Brooklyn so I could get a new tattoo. I don’t think I seem like a person who has tattoos and with this new one I’m a little afraid I’ve crossed the line to being “that mom” but before I did it I considered that and decided I would like to be “that mom” and went for it anyway.
I got my first tattoo when I was 20 and I still don’t regret it, although time and two pregnancies have taken their toll on it. Like all of my ink, I designed this one, although it’s definitely the mark of someone who was 20 in the year 2000. It’s also special because my sister and I have the same one in the same place, even if she swears I bullied her into it.
The second I got with the husband on our 5th wedding anniversary just over three years ago. I had been wanting this particular design for several years. It’s the gaelic word for hope and don’t worry that was thoroughly researched before I had it permanently etched on my body. The dots below are for each member of my family and I just finally had the fourth added this weekend. In case you can’t tell from this photo it’s in the middle of my upper back.
The husband has chosen not to share the tatt he had done that day. It’s on his ribcage and it hurt like hell. It’s three concentric, black ovals which were originally meant to represent the three members of our family. He has yet to want to endure the pain of a fourth oval and I don’t blame him. I do love it though. In fact I love all of his tattoos.
He also has these two. The flower is an orchid designed by his sister who is an artist. I think it’s just gorgeous and perfectly placed. The numbers 2 and 4 represent B and D for our two boys.
When I made the appointment to go in this weekend I wanted to get the same Roman numerals that he has and I may get them yet. But I was playing around with fonts and designs and came up with something new. I’ve wanted a quill and inkwell for a little while, but didn’t know exactly how I wanted it to look. I was sketching and trying to draw it and having no success so I tried Brady’s “scratching it out” technique. When Brady wants to draw something he rarely makes an outline first, he just fills up color in the shape of whatever it is he wants it to be. What I came up with was much cooler than I had anticipated (at least to me) and now it is part of my body.
This was right after it was finished. I’m ridiculously in love with it. I’m still giddy every time I look at it. Hopefully the love will last because we’re stuck together forever.
By the way, if you have tattoos, don’t watch Ink Master on Spike. You will forever be criticizing the line-work and shading and wondering how muddy it will get over time. Damn you Chris Nunez!
I’ve may never have thought of myself as a “tattoo person” but it seems I’m slowly but surely getting there.
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