Tattoos and Tears

I got my tattoo! And, it’s awesome!

Saturday afternoon I went with Karen to help her finish Christmas shopping.  This is the first year that she’s ever waited this long, and oh my goodness – I was amazed at how many people wait so long and are willing to face the crowds!!  It was insane! There were people everywhere!  And don’t even get me started on traffic!!

That’s not the point, but I felt the need to share!

Before we headed out, we had swung by a tattoo shop that was supposed to be open, but there was a sign on the door that they would be opening late.  (Fine!  Be that way! Can’t you tell I am dying to give you my money?) After several days hours of shopping  we were finally headed back.  Karen said it wasn’t out of the way to stop back by the shop – so we did!

I showed the lady what I was thinking and after working on the design for a few minutes her design matched my vision.  So, I rolled up my sleeve, sat down, and promptly burst into tears.

Karen offered to hold my hand.

I have the best friends!

The artist handed me a paper towel to mop up my face and she began.  I was worried at first because I was very clear this was a memorial tattoo and I needed someone who would respect that – and she seemed, well, dry.  I have an overabundance of personality and pretty much expect that in others – so a dry tattoo artist wasn’t first on my list.  But, as we sat there and talked and she worked, I finally saw a human side to her and when it was over and done with, I realized that she did a great job.  She engaged me in a good way and distracted me just enough that the waterworks didn’t flood the building and cause us to float out the front door.

I think we were in and out in under 30-45 minutes.  It didn’t take long at all; and now I have a beautiful piece of art on my forearm.  It is very simple, very elegant and exactly what I pictured.

P.S. I woke up Sunday with what I thought was an eye infection, and after finally managing to get my contacts out, I called and got an appointment with the local Doc in a Box.  Scratched cornea.  Fortunately, not a rip or a tear, just a little scratch.  So, I’m confined to my glasses and have several different eye drops that I’m putting in every couple of hours.  Should be better by tomorrow – fingers crossed!

P.P.S. The Cowboys just suck.  There is no way to sugar coat it.  If I hadn’t already been crying due to my eye, the game would have had me in tears.  How do you blow a lead that big? How do you have such poor clock management skills? How do you have such poor play calling?  And, when did our head coach start pointing fingers? Really? Ugh.

P.P.P.S. If you missed the original post where I found my inspiration for the tattoo, you can find it here.