Forget your restraints
I always had myself pinned as a piercing sort of person, honestly. The thought of being able to change my appearance, but not be locked into it forever always appealed. Honestly? I'm an EXTREMELY fickle person. I'm always scared I'll get sick of things, and at least with piercings, you can take them out with only a scar or maybe a small hole remaining.
Not so with tattoos. I knew I wanted something, but... What? It's funny that I can type this out in under three seconds, when it took me literally MONTHS to decide on something so simple: 'forget your restraints', tattooed in a half circle curving up under the nape of my neck. It's a phrase that I always want to remember, since honestly, I'm constantly holding myself back out of fear that I'm going to screw something up. Something like that I figured I could never look back on in fifty years and ask myself why on EARTH I got that, because I know that it's always something that I'll need to keep in my mind.
At the time, a friend was coming up to visit for a week, and we'd both always said that we should get tattoos together, and then I was suddenly faced with getting my tattoo way, WAY before I EVER intended to! The next few days were dedicated to general terror, panicking, and DESPERATELY looking for an artist that could actually fit us in and who's art and style I actually trusted. Because frankly? I'd much rather just not get the tattoo with her a few months later than get a horrible one WITH her while she was up here. >_>; I mean, obviously. Tattoos are permanent and all, there's no room for mistake.
The day before she arrived, I pretty much gave up the thought of us getting tattoos, since I couldn't find a shop I really liked that could fit us in. Eh, those can be gotten whenever though, right? Didn't matter. That's when the miracle hit! My mum is NOT a big fan of mods, so I jokingly asked her if she wanted me to tell her whenever I got something new, or just not mention it at all and hope she wouldn't notice, and after groaning at me and asking what I was doing now, I mentioned the tattoo. But then she told me something that honestly took me completely by surprise- a girl at the college my mum works at does tattoos, and does them well. Mum offered to ask her about tattooing me, and of course I leaped aboard! Two days later, I'd spoken with the lady, Joanna, and we had our appointments books for the following Saturday!
ALRIGHT THAT'S THE END OF THE RAMBLING, HERE COMES THE ACTUAL TATTOO PORTION OF THE STORY.
That morning we woke up a few hours before our scheduled appointments (11:30) and double checked with each other that we really were going to go through with it, which we were. After trying to stomach something, and failing miserably, we were off! The drive to Denver is NOT a pleasant one (the traffic is insane, especially on Saturday morning!), and it did nothing to help me relax, but we still got there with fifteen minutes to spare. Enough time to meet Joanna, who was and EXTREMELY sweet lady, give her our ideas, and sit down and relax for a while. The lady at the counter was a little off-putting and I'm not entirely sure she smiled at us once, but hey, some people are like that, and it didn't really bother me. Besides, as I said, Joanna was the sweetest lady I've ever met. After about twenty minutes, Joanna called us all back and asked who was going first. That was me, so I sat down on the chair and she plastered the trace to my neck and asked me to go check it out and tell her what I thought. It was perfect the first time! Then it was time for the tattoo to begin. I don't know if it was because I was still a bit frazzled from the drive, or was honestly just numb at that point, but there was only the sliiightest flicker of panic as I heard the tattoo gun go on. My friends asked me if I was nervous, and I remember just sort of shrugging and going "eh" before the needle started going into my skin and I was motivated to STOP shrugging or moving at all.
If you've never felt a tattoo gun, it's really, really hard to explain. Some people describe it as annoying, and it honestly is... It's that sort of pain that isn't necessarily bad, but is just so OBNOXIOUS that you want to claw your way away from it. It's like plucking out your eyebrows really, really fast, hundreds of times a second. Or the same sort of pain as when you're slapped. At least it was for me, and I remember twitching a little every now and then because it made me really fidgety. Still, Joanna was amazing, going extremely quickly while still keeping every line precise and joking around with me and my friends to keep us all relaxed. She kept telling them to watch my face and tell her if I started looking pale or anything, since she couldn't see me, but I honestly felt fine the entire time. We hadn't even eaten and it was still okay! Not the smartest thing to do, but I guess I'm lucky!
About half an hour later (I don't know exactly how long it took, my perception of time got a little warped after a bit), she told me she was done and to go look at it. I hopped up, grabbed the hand mirror she gave me, and went over to inspect the new tattoo in the full-length mirror out in the hallway, and nearly squealed. It looked SO pretty. Just simple black text, and that's what made me love it more, if that makes sense... I don't know how to describe it. The simplicity appealed, I guess.
The tattoo the day after it was done.
After that I went back in and watched as my friend got her tattoo. I ended up holding her hand through a lot of it since I guess I was making some pretty horrible expressions while getting mine, and it made her a little nervous. Oops. She was fine too though (I think she took it better than I did!) and after that, we were all done. I made sure to give Joanna a HUGE tip since I knew she gave us a discount because of knowing my mum, and then we were up at the front to pay for our tattoos and head home!
So far it's been incredibly easy. The day after the tattoo it felt like a sunburn, and I was really scared to touch it. It scabbed the day after though, and I just put Lubriderm on it whenever I thought about it. Five days later the scabs are falling off more and more, and so far it doesn't look like I'll need a touch-up, thankfully! And just like everyone says, tattoos really are addictive. I'm already thinking about my next one! It may have even replaced my love for piercings. Maybe. A little.
Sorry for all the pointless babble! If you're thinking about a tattoo, I'd say go for it after you think for a while! But that's just my style. I always overthink things. Maybe now I'll just remember to stop worrying and forget my restraints. AHAHAHA. I am SO funny. Aha. :'D
submitted by: Anonymous
on: 26 March 2008