The difference between one and two tattoos

I have two, maybe three tattoos. One is a coverup so I'm not sure if that counts as one or two. The stories behind the tattoos are not worth typing. There is no grand or sweeping anything behind them. Just a kid, figuring stuff out, getting tattoos. I was hard and pretentious, everything had to have deep meaning. I was not a fun person. So if you don't mind, no need to revisit the days of being a hyperintelligent and self punishing hard ass.



Now, these days, I find it amusing, the tattoos. The coverup is a beautiful purple flower. It is a specific and original design intended to disguise the tattoo underneath. But, let me tell you this, if I knew that I would someday be a professional, an upright citizen, and productive member of responsible society, I would have never gotten the tattoo. Go ahead, ask why.

Go ahead, you can ask. You can ask anything really ;)

I have to coordinate all my outfits with it. All my fashion choices revolve around this tattoo. I have a thousand cardigans, a thousand 3/4 sleeve shirts, and a thousand shrugs to cover the tattoo. As far as tops outside of work? Well, my color choices are limited to coordinate with the permanent corsage I wear. Purples, pistachio greens, blacks, turquoise are my palette. Which is great. I look fabulous in all of the above.

My favorite cardigan from my favorite photo post, "Wifey"-go ahead click, Mr. Hall looks quite the hottie in that post :)

I got the cover up in a six hour session. All done in one day. Tattoo shops usually open at like 12 or 1 pm. Inconvenient for the working Mom. I had to put the girl in daycare and book a babysitter for a few hours afterward. Told the babysitter I was getting dental work done. Mr. Hall was overseas on business and I was fed up with my old tattoo. The time had come to take care of it. So that's what I did in one marathon tattoo session. Pancake was 2 years old.

That paragraph up there, that is 100% pure Mom.

Beyond that I don't really have much to say about it. Except this.



I grew out of the body piercing/jewelery part of my life. Mr. Hall removed the last of the jewelry with a pliers in a hotel room. We had been dating for about a month. I felt it was time to let go of that part of myself. So, I got naked and he was very gentle. It's a sweet memory.

But here's the thing. I am not sure I've grown out of tattoos. But there is a difference between one and two tattoos. One purple flower is well, coordinate-able. Two is different. Especially the one I am planning.

The first step is making contact with a tattoo artist. Just like the other tattoos, I will bring an idea and sketches to the tattooist and have them filter it through their imagination. Then, they come up with a sketch. I am usually blown away by the artistry. They are artists I let them take my idea and fly with it. Then, I hold my nose and plunge in.



Another tattoo is calling me people. I need to be careful though. Right now I am all discombobulated emotionally. Also, I am impulsive by nature. But, I say this, nothing would be done until the end of August. Plenty of time to discuss the design with the tattoo artist. Plenty of time to lose the urge.

And then, when the time comes, maybe then I'll answer the call.


Not sure who this dude is but he keeps calling me 'sister'