Tattoo Two
I spent my afternoon having a needle jabbed repeatedly into my calf. You know, as one does. I practiced my yoga breathing as well as I could. I listened to music. I screwed around on Facebook. I read news headlines, and thought about what my new life in Canada will be like if Trump gets elected. I thought about my Giddy. I tried not to get lost in the physical discomfort, because it's easy to do that. At times I thought, "Have I died? Walk towards the light, Claudia!" Finally, three hours later, I had what I wanted.
The tattoo honors three things that are important to me: my love for my Giddy, my love of dogs in general, and my 15 years of rescue work. The outline is Gideon's head - the artist split it down the middle and then duplicated it for symmetry.
Anyway, here 'tis. The colors are a bit off because my, um, blood is mixed in. But once my leg heals, the colors will be fine. I haven't decided if I want her to fill in the open spaces or just leave them. We decided to leave them for now.
Ta da!
The tattoo honors three things that are important to me: my love for my Giddy, my love of dogs in general, and my 15 years of rescue work. The outline is Gideon's head - the artist split it down the middle and then duplicated it for symmetry.
Anyway, here 'tis. The colors are a bit off because my, um, blood is mixed in. But once my leg heals, the colors will be fine. I haven't decided if I want her to fill in the open spaces or just leave them. We decided to leave them for now.
Ta da!
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