Tattooing has become a popular trend in modern times. I recently got a tattoo, something I've been wanting for awhile. These new shows such as Miami Ink on TLC really sparked my interest. I'm a big fan of art, to me this is all just another version.I had a friend last year who got a tattoo of three stars on her foot. 
She wasn't eighteen yet, but her mom went with her to get it. I loved the way it turned out and it only made me more eager to get one. My AP Biology teacher would constantly make comments about it. He'd often joke about the health risk involved, one of the reasons I was reluctant to tell him about mine when I went back to visit for homecoming.
She wasn't eighteen yet, but her mom went with her to get it. I loved the way it turned out and it only made me more eager to get one. My AP Biology teacher would constantly make comments about it. He'd often joke about the health risk involved, one of the reasons I was reluctant to tell him about mine when I went back to visit for homecoming.At first I was really anxious for one, but slowly I began to second guess myself and if I wanted one at all. It's something I was dying to experience, but I wasn't sure if I was willing to live my whole life with this current desire. I knew I wanted something classy, something I wouldn't regret later in life. I went back and forth many times about what exactly I wanted. I figured I'd choose something religious, because even though I'm not too religious, it'd be something that's meaning is significant and endless. I decided on a dove. A dove can represent many things, much more than I knew before looking into them. I remember hearing the story of Noah and the Ark, the dove brought back the olive branch, a sign of hope. Dove's are most commonly associated with being a sy
mbol of peace, but they stand for numerous things that I value; love, hope and spirit.
mbol of peace, but they stand for numerous things that I value; love, hope and spirit. The experience was worth waiting for. I'm glad I put in the effort into finding exactly what I wanted . The toughest part was probably asking for my dad's approval. My mom shares my interest in tattoos, she doesn't have any though. My dad fits the whole marine stereotype, a bulldog on his right arm, "USMC" etched underneath.
I like to think that I would've got one slightly after turning eighteen (April 9th) if I wasn't so dedicated to donating blood for our NHS blood drive (May), my parents thoughts might be different. After that month passed I wanted it in time for my senior trip to Myrtle Beach, which was the end of May. That passed too, along with summer. My mom promised me that the next time we went on vacation to Texas I could get my long awaited tattoo. So when we went for my cousin's wedding in September, I wasn't going to comeback without my tat!
I have an uncle covered in tattoos, he choose a place that he knew the owner of, House of Pain Tattoo. He agreed to take me, but it turned into a family event. My grandma, mom and cousin all came with us. I walked in with a pretty good idea of what I wanted. It all happened so fast that it's now hard to remember what exactly I was feeling. The actual tattooing process scared me a bit, something I couldn't prepare for. I'm able to tolerate pain well, and have no problem with needles, like I said earlier, blood drives are a breeze for me, no bother at all. He put the stencil on my back and asked me if it was alright. I'm a reserved person and
quiet for the most part, I found it a little higher than I wanted, but didn't want to make him have to do it over, not exactly the time for my timid behavior. Everyone else said it looked fine so I just went along with it. The initial pain I felt wasn't as piercing as I thought it was going to be. Over time the skin got more tender and it hurt a little more, but overall, I'd do it again in a heartbeat. The rest of the day I was mesmerized by it. To this day when I catch a glance of it, I'm amazed by it.
quiet for the most part, I found it a little higher than I wanted, but didn't want to make him have to do it over, not exactly the time for my timid behavior. Everyone else said it looked fine so I just went along with it. The initial pain I felt wasn't as piercing as I thought it was going to be. Over time the skin got more tender and it hurt a little more, but overall, I'd do it again in a heartbeat. The rest of the day I was mesmerized by it. To this day when I catch a glance of it, I'm amazed by it.
2 comments:
Amber, Wow! This is a great, detailed introduction to the world of tattooing. And you show us a bit of your own experiences in the process. I'm really impressed here. Good use of text and imagery...just make sure any images that aren't yours you give a credit to on the page (just like you would with an in-text citation).
Keep it up!
I have only now been able to sit and read a lot of the blogs and I thought your story was great. I also thought you might enjoy mine. I had already gotten my first tattoo and so was aware of what I was doing when I decided on my second. I knew exactly what I wanted, where I wanted it and who was going to do it. He is actually one of the best tattoo artists' in Philadelphia, where I lived at the time, and came highly recommended. I made the appointment which happened to be his last of the day and headed down to the shop. What I did not think about was that where I decided to get the tattoo would leave me on my knees on the chair, bent over with my pants around my ankles. He had quite the view. Thank God, he was a professional. Anyway he started the tattoo which is on my lower back and extends down my backside and I was good for about the first hour and a half. After that I said forget it, I am done, and was ready to leave. He then showed me what I would be leaving with and it was the left half of a butterfly. Well I was shaking so badly from the pain he could not work anymore and so we came to a standstill. Finally he talked me into a percocet and finishing the tattoo. Okay maybe the percocet was not too professional, but it worked and my tattoo was completed an hour and a half later. To this day I don't regret it and it is definitely my second favorite one, with my daughters' name on my ankle being my first. Anyhow, just thought I would share.
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