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Mapping the Face

I've been through enormous changes in the past year, and I've been without modification for that same length of time - moving temporarily to the US from Canada and living on a small stipend doesn't allow for a lot of extra 'movement' when it comes to financial shuffling, and I couldn't justify living on bread and water for a month in order to get the ink or piercing I craved.

And then, late in January, the Alberta government finally mailed four hundred dollars to each and every one of its citizens. Mine mostly went towards food and other household supplies, but there was a little tiny bit left over - I decided to get my eyebrow pierced.

I hadn't been modified in Seattle before, and, truth be told, I was a little intimidated by the number of studios available to me, many of them really top-notch quality; I elected to go with a personal recommendation from a friend of mine, a bear, who had had multiple tattoos done at Lucky Devil [the link goes to their piercing site, as that's what's relevant for me!]. The shop looked clean and the experiences I could find emphasized the friendliness of the staff - plus, this would be my first time in Seattle proper, since I stay in Kirkland, and what better way to experience Seattle than on Capitol Hill?

I went through my pre-piercing cleaning ritual before my friend and ride arrived on the fateful Saturday; then we were off, although we had to take a roundabout route due to the heavy winds buffeting King County that day. As we began to drive into Seattle, I, like a complete dunce, asked, "Is this Everett?" The laughter died down eventually and it was explained that no - THIS was Seattle, which I was seeing for the first time after almost a year of living in King County. Nice.

We reached the studio in good time and I let the piercer, Chuck, know that I was there for an eyebrow piercing. Someone else was ahead of us - that was fine by me, as Lucky Devil has an immense selection of jewelry, and the time was well-spent thinking about winning the lottery and bringing most of it home.

Finally: my turn. I had a brief moment of panic when I realized I'd forgotten my ID, but I almost never get carded now and didn't then - plus, the labret/nose/cartilage piercings and the stretched ears might've spoken for my age of majority. Signed off on the form saying I was okay to be pierced, told Chuck I had no relevant allergies, and off we went.

Back in the piercer's room, I watched Chuck open a sterile package, switching her gloves around several times between opening the package and squeezing my eyebrow to check the thickness and movement of the skin. I placed the ring to align somewhat with my labret, in a diagonal line - I saw the piercings as being little menhirs, and I wanted the ley lines to be correct! She was very professional, kind, and patient...I tend to be a little nervous before piercing and I gabble accordingly, so I appreciated her 'bedside manner', so to speak. She warned me that it was a vascular area and might bruise; fine by me.

I couldn't tell if she pierced freehand or with clamps; I genuinely didn't feel the clamps if she chose to use them. I took off my glasses, felt her pinch my eyebrow, and heard her say, "Take two deep breaths for me." Now, that's familiar... breathe in, out, in, PIERCE, out... it felt more or less like getting my labret pierced; a very 'chunky', slightly painful sensation. Another deep breath for jewelry insertion, a little tug to put the ball on, and we were done. She gave me a lollipop, too - fortunately for me, because my body was feeling a little like it wanted to crash. I strode out, trying not to look lost, and proudly showed off my face to my friend; his main reaction was, "You got a lollipop?" Yes, I was a good girl for my needle.

It was less than the website had quoted, for price, so I tipped as much as I could afford and tripped out of the store with my aftercare package, which not only includes a lengthy brochure, but also a little package of sea salt with detailed instructions for soaking. I was definitely pleased to see that, as I'd left my sea salt behind in Canada, thinking that bringing a white, crystalline substance through the border would be a bad idea...

It's been four days with no bruising, no soreness, no crusties. It's gotten bonked a few times when roughhousing with my partner, but it's still behaving very well, getting soaked once a day and otherwise left completely alone.

The left side of my face is complete, with a deep helix piercing, a nostril piercing, and now an eyebrow piercing; the only thing that remains is my third eye, and I look forward to completing - and writing about - that soon.

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submitted by: Anonymous
on: 19 Feb. 2006
in Eyebrow Piercing

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Artist: Chuck
Studio: Lucky+Devil+Piercing+%26+Tattoo
Location: Seattle%2C+WA

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