Clearly, I have problems waiting for stuff...
I got my first tattoo today!
It f*ing hurt and made me all sweaty, but so worth it.
My artist was really good. It took him 20 minutes to knock this out. I knew this place was alright after I met a guy in the lobby who flew in from Wisconsin just to come to this parlour.
My tattoo is of the 3E Wheelchair Heart that symbolizes to embrace, empower and educate. I also added a little of myself and threw in some cutesy little love birds.
This ink was my teeny way of letting my husband know that I'm right there with him. He's got his wheelchair, and I've got mine.
I could have gotten this hidden -- I went back and forth on the placement. But, I feel like this is a tattoo meant to be seen. Why hide it?
I have this vision of me walking by his side, as I do. People from behind can see his wheels... and also mine. That's what's up.
Jimmy was happy and flattered, I think. He was all smiles and not a lot of words, which is normal.
Just a little tribute to my "roll model."
|When I was leaving the house, I told Jimmy, "I'll see you later. Gotta get my ink in before the weekend."|
Totally just made that up...