I love my tattoos. I see them, and they make me smile. Still. Which is a very good thing, since they are here to stay. I never thought of myself as a tatoo person, but they suit me, and I love them, and I'll get another... when I finish my thesis.
Because I love mine so much, I love encouraging my friends to get their own. Only when they've already been thinking about it, of course. I'm not trying to force anyone to do something they aren't already interested in... but I did help convince two friends this year to get their firsts. Because I'm a good influence that way.
First, I went with Liz to get hers on the inside of her wrist. It was no problem... no pain, and it turned out lovely. It took all of ten minutes. We celebrated by going to Costa for coffee. It had been quite an adventure getting it scheduled and designed, but it was well worth the effort. I loved being the designated photographer and moral support.
I got to do it again with Alisa a couple of months later. Hers is on her foot, and she was not quite as laid back about the pain. She did end up laughing more than screaming, but I like the painful pictures the best. It was the same studio, and the same artist, and the same outcome-- nice. It took all of fifteen minutes, and Paige met us after. We decided to celebrate at Old Blackfriars from dinner and ales. Again, well worth the effort, and thoroughly enjoyable for me.
I hope it was as enjoyable for them...