The Adventures of The Tattooed Mom Continues...

... and the saga continues... I went Friday to start on a half sleeve tattoo on my upper right arm. I had to make this appointment 4 freakin' months ago so you know that I am serious and confident with my tattoo choice... it was not on a whim or spur of the moment, which is great.

Friday was a very long day at the tattoo studio. I went with Kelly and we spent from noon until 8:30 pm there... not that we were being tattooed the entire time, but the tattoo artist is clearly very right brained and does not do well with time management. (And this is where my left brained head wanted to spend my hours in the chair giving him tips on organization, scheduling... other possible ideas on operating and designating time. But, as I started commenting, Kelly reminded me gently that he had a very permanent tool of revenge attached to my arm...)

But we actually just enjoyed our time. No husbands, no kids, no homework, no housework, no block orders... just sitting, laughing... ...visiting with friends who stopped in.

We marveled at the lack of forethought from the four 18-year-old boys who stopped in for some impromptu tattoos:
And, if you are curious, the outer part of my arm did not really hurt.

However, the inner arm??? A whole other story all together...
I made it through that with lots of funny faces:
...and, in the end, I absolutely love it!

I can NOT wait to get it colored! The 'Down Home Girl' under my arm will stay black and is complete:


...now you will find me admiring myself in the mirror: ...admiring my gorgeous tattoo... ...taking pictures of myself...
and working out like a mofo because I can never risk doing this to my new tattoo...