Oh happy rebellion, I dunnit again! And call me a masochist, but I love tattooing and all the blood, swelling, and crusty (eew) skin that comes with it. Perhaps the best way to explain is to re-use a quote from the blog I posted a year and a half ago when I got my feather tattoo:
…for me the drive toward self expression is constant (if not incessant). And after self-expressing two children into this world, my need for expression of the rebellious type has increased.
Enter tattooing. The safest and least disruptive way to rebel every – single – day (that little squeak was my heart seizing up with happiness).
See, as a wife and mother and SUV driving gypsy I feel the need to break out every once in a while. Okay, kinda’ all the time. Lucky for me I’ve found a way that’s safe, deeply personal, and *bonus* totally permanent. For those who would judge, trust me, I’m not who I seem to be on the surface. And if you still choose that path, then I challenge you to a spelling bee. For real, this girl knows Latin. Breaking stereotypes left and right I tell ya’…
Anyway, after a few rounds of peeling and a weekend in the Las Vegas sun, hallelujah, I’m healed! My half sleeve is now complete with the addition of two pieces surrounding the double headed eagle that I got last December. Together these three pieces represent my boys – the two small dudes and my rather large hunk o’ man. There’s nothing in the world I’m more sure of than them, and it makes me smile every time I catch a piece of their ink out of the corner of my eye. That and the colors are pretty.
Commence grainy iPhone pics!
Anchor tattoo with a banner that says “Steadfast” and the Hawthorn flower (that’s the May birth flower). Maybe obvious who this one’s for?
Compass pointing west with Hawthorn flowers (for my May babe) and Sweet Peas (for my little April-born buddy).
FYI: *Tattooing by Big Five of Union Electric* Go see him!