It's supposed to hurt.

Ouchie. I'm sore. Bone sore. That kind of sore where you felt like you clenched every muscle in your body for a 3 hours and couldn't catch your breath (which, coincidentally, is exactly what i did yesterday). Yesterday was my first session for my new tattoo. (see previous post) I had it in my head that I was going to get this all in one session. About half way through when I started fading out of my endorphin haze, I figured out that was NOT going to happen.

Man oh man this one hurt. Now I think I'm pretty tough. I sat through my first piece two years ago like a champ, only took one break and came away thinking it was a piece of cake. This one? Either I'm getting weak, or I picked a really painful location.

Note to readers:
1) The ribs REALLY DO HURT.
2) Eat something before you go get ink. (ya, I'm dumb, i was late getting out of work)

Anyway, enough complaining. I love it. Jason (you can see his stuff here and here) and I had a rough, loose idea of how it was going to look, but he took it and RAN. While the original idea was for a silver teaspoon, he suggested we go with a warm gold and brassy colored spoon, that can shine through the water. I'm pretty pastey white, so this worked better with my skin. Plus, I loved the idea of a shimmering sea with a swarm of brassy spoons in it.

For the handle of the spoon, I asked if we could go with a soft female look. I didn't want something that looked like it came out of the tiffany's flatware catalog, nor anything iconic like the feminist fist (it just didn't jive with the mojo). We went with a curvy woman's body.

On a side note, as I was walking down the street going to the shop, I got a "Hey baby", then a "Fuck you", when I didn't respond. In my head, I smiled and said "Exactly".
In case I haven't said it before or enough, Melissa, I can't thank you enough for the words.
So here it is (so far)...