I remember back in the 90s holding hands in dingy back rooms while my more daring friends were getting tattoed – it was all rather rough, unhygienic and exciting then… But that has all so changed. These days most tattoo parlours make sure you're are 18 years old, not drunk and of halfway sane mind (although I'm still not quite convinced if subscribing to a process of self-harm and permanent body decoration can ever be considered a 100% sane decision)... But what the heck! After all these years of yes-no-yes-no and after some weeks of research and sketching and contemplating what really means something to me I went for it. Did it hurt? Yes, it did. Do I love it? YES, I do. Do I want another one? Absolutely.
Thank you Laura for doing an amazing job and Sarah for coming along, holding my sweaty hand and documenting the process.
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