I have wanted a tattoo for as long as I can remember. I wanted one years ago when my daughter turned 18 and promptly got her first one. I wanted one when she added a second one years later.
One of the reasons I waited so long was figuring out what tattoo I wanted and where I wanted it. The location had to be one I could hide when I went to work but could reveal to friends when I wanted without having to get undressed. It's a delicate choice. Then there is the whole issue of what I want put on my body with the understanding that it will be there forever. Hmmmmm. A rose was always a likely choice. It is my favorite flower but lots of people have rose tattoos. A hummingbird, perhaps? Or a butterfly? All are nice choices but don't really speak to me. I would like the coroner to have some idea who I was as I lie on his cold table by the tattoos on my body.
It came to me in a flash. Son of a gun! Yes! I need a distaff tattoo. And it must be a distaff that's been dressed with flax. So I've decided on the picture. Now that I'm old and not going into the office, any office other than my own, I really don't need to worry about putting it someplace that I can hide. OK. Right leg, lower calf - so I can show it off and also see it.
I know nothing about where to go to get a tattoo. I know tattoo parlors are popping up in the nice parts of town rather than down dark alleys like they were when I was young. Enter my wonderful daughter. l asked for a tattoo for Christmas. I didn't need her to pay for my tattoo, especially since I had no idea how much one would cost, but I did need someone to figure out where I should go, make the appointment and walk through the door with me. I'm such a chicken.
We walked through the door, filled out the paperwork and took a seat. They needed to know what my medical issues are and if I was of sound mind although I think the medical info was the more important. Then it was my turn. It took about an hour. It was noisy but not as bad as I expected. It was uncomfortable but not nearly as bad as I had anticipated. And then I was finished. I have a wonderful distaff on my leg.
<Note - it's hard to take a picture of your own tattoo on the side of your own leg>
They say tattoos are addictive. I think they are. Now I need an end-feed shuttle on my right forearm. And a spider web on my neck. And a bit of woven fabric on my left arm. I keep getting great ideas for more! So far it's only the one but now I can go all by myself and get whatever else I can dream up. That's so cool.