*** This time I’ve been a naughty girl because I chose not to follow the Wicked Wednesday prompt. We wanted to make a traffic sign scavenger hunt for this prompt, but due to personal circumstances this was not (yet) possible.
At last, after waiting for weeks, the day arrived. It was the first day of our annual holiday and I was going to have a tattoo done. It took me about one and a half years to decide what I want and I was nervous and excited about having it done. At last. I had no idea what it would look like as the artist was going to draw something specially for me. And some of the designing would take place while I was in the chair.
We arrived even before the tattoo shop officially opened. The tattoo artist was standing outside with one of the floor managers. The first surprise was when he recognized me and he second was when he said: “Flowers today, lots of flowers.” This really made me feel welcome. Yes, I have spoken to him twice before, but I would not have been surprised if he had forgotten my face, since they see a lot of clients. It took about an hour for him to get everything ready, discuss the flowers he would use with me and for both of us to have something to drink before the long sit would start.
Then he called me and about ten minutes later I was in front of the mirror, looking at the design on m body. The flowers were in place, lines were in place and I more or less had an idea what it would look like. We had already discussed the colors of the flowers and I was impatient to see it on my body. I had to sit on the chair backwards and lean on the backrest, to stretch the skin on my back and smooth out any fat rolls that are there when I sit. Then the tattooing started. As was in my memory, it was like a knife cutting into my skin. Some spots were more painful than others. He worked from the bottom flower to the top one and it was done in a flash. Or so it felt. Then he was ready to start on the color and he warned me that it would be more painful. I asked whether I could get my phone. I wanted to have something to keep me busy and take my attention away from the pain.
The first flower he put color in was the top one, which at the same time was a cover up for a tiny butterfly tattoo that I got in Antwerp back in 1995. He was right. The color was more painful than the black lines. Apparently this had something to do with the fact that the color paint was more gel-like than the black paint. But, my phone was a nice way to take my attention away from the pain. Once the first flower was done, the tattoo artist told me we would take a break. The poor guy still had to have his lunch and we were already halfway between lunch and dinner time. I had a cup of coffee, some snacks and then we were back at it. It was time for the second flower.
That hurt like hell. At first I wondered whether it was because we took a break that it hurt so much. That I was mentally ‘out of it’. But then, halfway through the second flower he showed me the blood on the napkin he used to wipe excess paint. I was bleeding a lot. He said that the first flower barely had any blood and the blood with the second flower was ‘fucking unreal’. He also mentioned that if it kept on bleeding like this, he would not be able to complete the tattoo. Between the second and third flowers we took another break and then, with the third flower I was bleeding just as much. Again he said that he would not be able to complete the rest of the tattoo, only the flowers.
Of course I wanted to know why. Since the rest of the tattoo would be done mostly in black, he explained that with excess bleeding the black doesn’t stay black, but comes out grey and he would then just have to do all the black again. So after the third flower was done, he wrapped me in plastic and then we made an appointment for two weeks further. He explained how I had to care for the tattoo in the two weeks and then we left. I was disappointed that he could not complete the tattoo as I really wanted to have it done, but I also understood why he could not continue.
Master T helped me with showering a couple of times and twice a day he applies special creme to my flower tattoo. I’ve been admiring my tattoo so many times and really, I can hardly wait to see the final result of it. I can only imagine what it will look like. Believe me, the two hours the tattoo artist needs to complete the tattoo will be worth it, no matter how much pain it will do!
What’s the cliche’s people utter when you talk about pain? No pain no gain, right? Or, it’s painful to be beautiful. Yep, I’ve heard those quite a few times in the last couple of days.
Watch this space in two weeks time for the end result of my newest tattoo.
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