Before I start this particular blog, I have to apologise both to my mum and my grandparents. (who I only found out the other day read the blog, hi!) I have to say sorry because I really want to share the experience I had on Saturday to the world! So I'm sorry but yes, the good girl of the family has got a (very small) tattoo.
It's something I've wanted forever but I could never decide on a design or where I wanted to have it on my body. I wanted something plain and simple but also something that delicate and resembled me a little bit. It was only when we went in last Friday to have Dan's tattoo retouched that I thought, 'If I don't do it now, I never will.' It was my plan to have it last year but like I said I could never settle on the perfect design for me. So there and then, on the Friday, I booked and paid for my tattoo and left the design with them to draw up.
I have to admit, I was very nervous. Curious, like I always am, but massively nervous. My flat mate, Soph, came with me in the end (she didn't have much choice really), she's had many tattoo's in the past and thought she would be perfect to come and hold my hand. Turns out she was more of a hindrance than anything. More of that later.
So we arrived in the tattoo parlour and 10 minutes later, I walked away with my tattoo. I couldn't believe how quick it was, I'd like to say it was quick and painless but I can't. It was very painful. It's really hard to describe what it feels like. Many of my friends had described it as a bearable pain, then realised that the friends who had told me this have actually gone through labour so in my eyes, their comments about pain were null and void. I went to a friend who had a tattoo who hadn't gone through child birth and she pretty much said the same. It was a bearable pain, it isn't nice but it's just about bearable.
So here's my take on trying to describe how it feels. It feels a little like someone is slowly dragging a small, very sharp piece of glass across your skin. The outline was definitely the worst part of it and made me wince in pain every 30 seconds or so. The black colouring was done with a different needle that wasn't half as bad. Having said that I was gripping the side of the chair for dear life throughout the duration. Soph, as I said earlier was more of a hindrance, started uttering; ' Ooh you're bleeding, that looks like it really hurts', and 'Just wait until they start colouring it in, then you'll feel pain.' It was nice having her there though as she did drive us there and back and even stopped off for a curry and a bottle of wine on the way home.
I slept on it the first night with no pain at all which was good and it was only when I put some loose trousers on the day after that it started to rub on the waistband- ouchy! I had to stuff a tissue there just so I could sit down. Today, it feels a million times better and I absolutely LOVE it. The redness has gone down and it looks lovely. It is a little cheeky one as it just pokes out the top of my trousers which feels a bit naughty! Blimey, when I lose that weight again, I really will want to dance around naked!
It's something I've wanted forever but I could never decide on a design or where I wanted to have it on my body. I wanted something plain and simple but also something that delicate and resembled me a little bit. It was only when we went in last Friday to have Dan's tattoo retouched that I thought, 'If I don't do it now, I never will.' It was my plan to have it last year but like I said I could never settle on the perfect design for me. So there and then, on the Friday, I booked and paid for my tattoo and left the design with them to draw up.
I have to admit, I was very nervous. Curious, like I always am, but massively nervous. My flat mate, Soph, came with me in the end (she didn't have much choice really), she's had many tattoo's in the past and thought she would be perfect to come and hold my hand. Turns out she was more of a hindrance than anything. More of that later.
So we arrived in the tattoo parlour and 10 minutes later, I walked away with my tattoo. I couldn't believe how quick it was, I'd like to say it was quick and painless but I can't. It was very painful. It's really hard to describe what it feels like. Many of my friends had described it as a bearable pain, then realised that the friends who had told me this have actually gone through labour so in my eyes, their comments about pain were null and void. I went to a friend who had a tattoo who hadn't gone through child birth and she pretty much said the same. It was a bearable pain, it isn't nice but it's just about bearable.
So here's my take on trying to describe how it feels. It feels a little like someone is slowly dragging a small, very sharp piece of glass across your skin. The outline was definitely the worst part of it and made me wince in pain every 30 seconds or so. The black colouring was done with a different needle that wasn't half as bad. Having said that I was gripping the side of the chair for dear life throughout the duration. Soph, as I said earlier was more of a hindrance, started uttering; ' Ooh you're bleeding, that looks like it really hurts', and 'Just wait until they start colouring it in, then you'll feel pain.' It was nice having her there though as she did drive us there and back and even stopped off for a curry and a bottle of wine on the way home.
I slept on it the first night with no pain at all which was good and it was only when I put some loose trousers on the day after that it started to rub on the waistband- ouchy! I had to stuff a tissue there just so I could sit down. Today, it feels a million times better and I absolutely LOVE it. The redness has gone down and it looks lovely. It is a little cheeky one as it just pokes out the top of my trousers which feels a bit naughty! Blimey, when I lose that weight again, I really will want to dance around naked!
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