Something that really doesn’t require hearing, just intention and the willingness to allow yourself to be punctured a zillion times with a needle bearing ink. It felt like a very tiny scalpel making tiny cuts. I do wish I’d turned off my hearing aid since the hum of the machine was sort of like having a very large insect buzzing in my head. But once the artist started working moving wasn’t an option.
The tattoo was a Mother’s Day gift from my daughter. I’ve had folks tell me to make sure I really want this because I’ll have it “forever.” I responded that “forever” from my age is not nearly as long as “forever” from the aspect of a younger person.
I did not grimace or comment even though the session was pretty uncomfortable. And it was done in stages as it was shaded. The sore spots got sorer with each application – deep purple, lighter purple, and white. Take a lesson from that if you’re considering taking the plunge. Consider lettering – all one color – no shading.
The artist did an excellent job. It will take a bit of getting used to that I now have a permanent purple bracelet on my right wrist, but as with all changes with my body (the scars, ear piercings, hearing aids, sagging skin, wrinkles, etc.) soon it will be the most normal thing in the world.
I’d found a “bracelet” associated with Irish Brehons and then lost track of the website – which was really quite annoying. Look as I might, I never duplicated the search. I considered the word “Serenity”, but settled on Celtic knotwork across my right wrist as a”bracelet” of sorts. I suppose it should have been green, but I don’t care for that much green. I like purple – purple fingernails, dresses, scarves, blouses, even a purple shawl, so there you have it!
I don’t have a good photo of it. It’s darned difficult to take a photo of your wrist with your other hand using an iPhone. I know. I tried. And the photos taken at the tattoo place really don’t do it justice.
I wonder how many boomers out there have taken the plunge into body art (outside of pierced ears).