Tattoo

I'd like to show off here a bit. You know, make myself sound cooler than I really am.

So for a moment, pretend I don't spend most of my time working, blogging and cooking. Think of me as a pierced, tattooed derby girl. Thanks.

I have two tattoos already (a dolphin tramp stamp and Bon Jovi smirky face on my hip), but I've been wanting another one for years. Finally, the inspiration hit me.

I went to Mercy Seat Tattoo Studio (www.mercyseattattoo.com/mercy_seat_tattoo.html) and worked with Andrew Milko (http://andrewmilko.blogspot.com/). He took my kinda-cool idea and made me a badass tattoo. (Sorry for the swearing, Grandmas!)

Grant took photos for me. By this point, I was sweating profusely. It's not that the pain was bad. Less painful that jacking up my knee or surgery for said knee. But my body decided I'd sweat. Lots. Humiliatingly. Andrew was great and got a fan to cool me off.

Putting me head down helped, too.

Don't ask me if it hurt. Tattoos hurt. But to me, it's worth it. The black here hurt the least, by I was pretty used to it by the time we were at this point. I could have napped. But that may be weird derby-girl pain tolerance, I don't know.

Shading in color kinda sucks pain-wise. I started kicking my husband a little. And scratching my arms a bit, but I couldn't feel it, nor did it distract me. But really, I'd do this all over again tomorrow.

Here's raw and red, but awesome, if I do say so myself. The design isn't lopsided—I was stretched funny. I'm so in love with this tattoo that I just had to share with you guys.

Thanks, Andrew! And thanks to my husband for sitting through this with me!