Jan 14, 2014

The tattoo reveal.

It took me 7 long years of being of legit tattoo age to finally settle on something I knew I would love forever and I find myself nothing but pleased to be permanently inked with what I have. When I'm old and wrinkly I will find it beautiful and meaningful. Full of what my life was and will hopefully always be. It will also be forever on my sister since we got the same one. Her's frames a beautiful Forget-Me-Not while mine is simple with the promise of additions in the future. 

It is also in my Dad's handwriting and can always only mean one thing. 
But I'm not going to tell you what that one thing is. That's for me, my sister and those who know of this one thing to know. Nothing against you all but a girl's gotta have some secrets. 

When we went to the artist, all we had was a collection of numbers my Dad had written down. In fact, he always wrote things down. He never left anything to chance when it came to numbers- addresses, phone numbers, bank accounts, check numbers and more. When the artist saw what we had, the look on his face was priceless. My Dad's handwriting is very italic and it would've been a daunting task for anyone. The artist sent us away for an hour to "wrap his head around it" and we enjoyed a delicious lunch just down the street. When we came back, what awaited us was perfection. Mine was the easy one since it was only lines but the artist somehow managed to get the perfect curve to my sister's without even seeing the Forget-Me-Not. All he has was the approximation of size Samantha gave to him. 

She went first and didn't flinch. This was her 4th (addition to her 3rd) tattoo so she was pro. I wanted to see her get it done first. If you know me, you know I don't play cool very well. I get really excited about things so her going first gave me some time to cool my jets. 

When it was my turn and I told the artist it was my first tattoo, he laughed and said I picked a shitty spot but all tattoos to follow won't compare to it pain wise. I was glad for that when I laid down and he got to work. Some moments were terrible but the whole time I told myself "there is no such thing as pain, only intense sensation". I didn't move once and kept my cool. 

I did sweat like crazy though. The body has it's own methods of betrayal. 

But 10 minutes later it was done. 

As we walked out, I told him how much this meant to us. For a guy who looked like he had the weight of the world on his shoulders, the smile that brought to his face made him look about 10 years younger. It's funny to think that even now, my Dad can make a complete stranger forget his troubles even if it was me talking. 

One day I'll add to it and I'll definitely be getting more in the future but I'm glad I waited for this one. 







9 lovely responses:

reccewife said...

That's a beautiful concept for ink :)

Mrs.B said...

Such a beautiful meaning. Love it.

Jen said...

I love the idea of a loved ones handwriting for a tattoo.

Jen said...

I absolutely love this!

Ashley @ ThisUnscriptedLife said...

I love this idea. It's something you'll always love and never get tired of seeing. =)

Fran said...

Love this idea! It will always be so meaningful!

Jane said...

<3 I love this. What a great way to carry him with you.

chambanachik said...

This is great. :)

Jessica Jean-Marie said...

I love this! I just started following your blog. I started blogging when my dad lost his battle to cancer back in 2012. I got a tattoo of a swallow in honor of him (he had one too). It's a nice reminder that he's always with me, even if it's not physically.

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