And My Mother Rolls Her Eyes Yet Again...

This past Thursday was Veteran's Day (thanks Vets) and if you were lucky enough, like myself, you had the day off from work (thanks again Vets). For Antoine Thursday meant something else entirely though...the last of his three appointments for his tattoo! His first appointment was all the way back in April (you may or may not remember a certain ink-obsessed post that was sparked by his first tattoo sitting). Unfortunately, I wasn't able to go with him to his first sitting but he came home and raved about the artist, Craig, and his shop Mothers. So, I was determined to go with Antoine for his second sitting with Craig, which was about a month ago in October. Everything Antoine had said was true...Craig was an amazing artist and really cool person with a calming presence, and his shop was really nice. While we were there for his 4 hour sitting, I noticed one of the other artists at the shop, Meghan. She was younger (maybe mid to late twenties) with a really lively personality and great wit. She immediately reminded me of my cousin Christa who is a musician and has the best sense of humor ever (she gets that from her mother/my aunt Connie...they are both a riot and I adore them).

So, while I was at the shop watching Antoine get tattooed I was feeling a definite itch for some more ink! After we left, I mentioned this to Antoine and he said, "Why don't you get that anchor on your wrist that you've been wanting? And why don't you have Meghan do it?" He was onto something here...I've been wanting an anchor on my wrist for a while now...probably since I got my flowers on my arm and my Dad said, "You didn't get a tattoo for your Dad?!" So, the plan was made...I marched myself down to Mothers about a week later and made an appointment with Meghan for the same day Antoine had his last appointment: November 11th.

While I was mentioning this to one of my best buds at Sbux, Vanessa, she told me how she's been dying to get another tattoo for a while now. So, naturally, we insisted that she tag along with us. We got there around noon on the 11th. Craig got right to work on Antoine's tattoo. Then after Meghan was done with the touch-up she was working on, it was my turn. The anchor would be my second time getting tattooed on the inside of my wrist (a very sensitive area for tattooing)...that's where I got my first one. I remembered the pain being somewhat equivalent to a giant needle being jammed all the way through my arm repeatedly for 15 or 20 minutes. But on the 11th I thought to myself, "I must have been making that up...exaggerating it...to make myself sound tough or whatever". I wasn't exaggerating ANYTHING! For a solid hour it felt as if a gigantic needle was being jammed into my wrist, but instead of being pulled out it was just twisted around in there! OUCH!! Oh, the pain of tattoos...how are they so addictive when they can hurt so bad? My guess is that it has to do with the end result! If you get a really awesome tattoo then it makes you feel like it was all worth it. Plus, at least with me, as soon as the tattooing stops the memory of the pain goes with it. It's a funny thing! Now, onto the tattoo...

Well, you're going to have to wait for tomorrow for the unveiling! Yes, I'm an evil person! But it's NaBloPoMo so I needs all the posts I can get yo. See you suckers tomorrow!