I started this post on Sunday, November 20, 2011. My Grandmother died on Tuesday, November 22, 2011. She never saw it.
My FIRST tattoo!
It only took 30 years, that's rare in this part of the country. I've been thinking about tattoos a lot, for a while now. Initially I wanted my Fathers last name, as a first. I have my Mothers last name, ironically enough. My Dad's last name is Wilder. There are a few other things I know I want too, like "Lovely Lady" for my DMB love. Also a portrait piece of my Grandma.
However life is unexpected most the time, and with my sweet Gma's failing health, I thought this was most appropriate. I decided, I had to have it immediately. I am super impulsive once I have decided on something, if that makes any sense.
I have never had a strong pain tolerance, so i took some pain pills and and anxiety pill, and I was still freaking out. The guy was really chill though. I knew for a while i would go to one of the Low-rider locations, and probably the one white guy-with red hair did mine..