Wednesday, January 11, 2012

All Tatted Up {Edition: 1}


I'm really sucking at getting outfit photos lately. Honestly, I just haven't had that many post-worthy outfits lately! Plus I've had that super sexy Post-Holiday bloat going on, so I'm not getting along with my camera right now. Instead, I decided to post about something I've been meaning to get up here on the blog for a while... My tattoos!! Other people have cats, boyfriends or weird interests. I have my tattoos- they're like my permanent ink children. I love them so and I get excited every time I remember I get to keep them forever.





I decided to go in chronological order with these posts. I'll start out with my very first tattoo that I got on Summer vacation after my Freshman year of college. I had just gotten my nose pierced earlier that year and I was suddenly invigorated with this feeling that my body was finally mine and I could do with it what I pleased. My parents should be thankful that I'm a good kid and my head went to tattoos, not working the corner or anything. This would be a very different blog if that were the case... So, long before I decided what I wanted to tattoo on my body forever, I decided I wanted a tattoo, like... in general. Then, instead of picking the tattoo, I picked the location. I wouldn't recommend this practice to everyone, but I was young and I don't regret it one bit. I chose my wrist in hindsight because I think I felt like it would be the most visible in a non-slutty way, sort of as a declaration of my adulthood and badassness. (What? It's a word!) So I settled on my left wrist because it just sort of felt right to me. That's where my tattoo would go.

Then I made the appointment. Mind you, I didn't even have the tattoo figured out. But still, my mind was made up. From there I hemmed and hawed for days over what I wanted to get. I figured out I wanted words for sure. I've always been really attracted to words (hi, can you tell... blog much?) and it really just felt right. You might be noticing a pattern here- I tend to go with my gut and what feels right. Again, not necessarily something I would recommend for everyone, but it works for me. I rarely regret much in my life, and my impulse decisions are usually some of my favorites. I threw around about 5 different ideas before settling on "life is beautiful" for my wrist tattoo. Not because I loved the movie so much, although I really did. (Seriously, I can't tell you how many times people have asked if that's why I got it. Umm... no.) No, it was more about what that statement signified for me at the time.

When I was younger, I tended to get caught up in my head a lot and kind of get stuck there. Insecurities are really just the tip of the iceberg here. But I got this tattoo as a reminder to bask in all the beauty that life has to offer on a daily basis. I wanted to get out of my head and live the life I always dreamed of. I can't say that this happened over night once I got the tattoo, but it is something that is always on my mind and something I strive for constantly. As for the actual tattoo, I broke one of the cardinal rules of tattoos- I didn't research the tattoo well enough so I got a piece that is less than perfect. Ideally I wish the tattoo artist would have told me to get the lettering bigger because it would blur over time, but it kind of is what it is at this point. Had I gotten it bigger, I would have probably complained that it looked to heavy. The dude actually is a great artist, I think he just slapped this little tattoo on me because I went in knowing exactly what I wanted. I said I wanted small, so he gave me small. I'm kind of stubborn that way. I should have done a bit more research first, but I'm not crying over it at all. Call me crazy but I love the imperfection of my tattoo. As my Mom says, "Life is beautiful, but it's not perfect." So true. It reminds me of how young I was and now much I still had to learn. I now have a couple tattoo artists who I absolutely love who know when to smack me upside the head if I want a tattoo that won't translate well on my skin.

So there you have it- tattoo#1. I can still remember the pain I felt on that day, swearing like a sailor the whole way. I would have never believed you if you told me in a few years I'd be sitting through that pain for 4 straight hours. Even though I feel so different from who I was when I got this tattoo, I still love it just as much as the day I got it. I'm a sap and it's a sappy tattoo. Life, my dears, really is beautiful. Don't you dare forget it.

5 comments:

  1. I always like blog posts like this. Its nice finding out other people's stories behind their art. I'm much the same in a collector of tattoos. I look forward to seeing the rest as they come.

    thepoppycreative.blogspot.com

    ReplyDelete
  2. I love that tattoo! It looks very pretty and feminine.

    http://www.glamkittenslitterbox.com/
    Twitter: @GlamKitten88

    ReplyDelete
  3. I love this new blog series! I can't wait to see the rest. :]

    ReplyDelete
  4. I love your tattoo & I love hearing the story behind it!

    xo Madeline Grace

    ReplyDelete
  5. I've been wanting to get that exact same saying for the past few years, I just haven't worked up the guts to do it yet! Me and my boyfriend keep saying that this will be the year we actually do it.

    xo erica

    ReplyDelete

Thank you for taking the time to comment! It's lovely hearing from you :)