Showing posts with label tree tattoo. Show all posts
Showing posts with label tree tattoo. Show all posts

Friday, November 5, 2010

The gift that makes the other gift stop giving.

Justin's birthday is October 31rst,
which is pretty awesome.
A little less awesome, however,
is the pumpkin tattoo he got on his birthday a few years back.
Ouch.
Justin's mom wanted to help make the pumpkin go away,
so this year for his birthday,
she bought him a big cover up tattoo.
(what? i know! such a nice mom)

You'll have to click on the photo to see it in a not itty-bitty size.
It's the 3 stages of making a pumpkin disappear.
Stencil/maker stage, then session one, then second/final sit.
I believe it was about 6 hours total.

Friday, December 4, 2009

Beacon of Absurdity

Not Casual Friday.
Another Friday, another tie.
Even our mailman participates.
Under his multiple layers, that is-
it's f*n cold outside this week.
15º, and snowing.



Chef Jeff finally came in to Identity Tattoo today
and got his lighthouse tree finished.
A little blending, a little more clouds,
a little ground, and we were done.
I'm pleased with the end poduct,
even if it isn't a fat animal in earthtones.

(and for all those out there cheering me on,
it's been three full weeks without a sip of Dr Pepper)

Wednesday, November 25, 2009

Thanksgiving Eve

Among other things,
I'm super thankful that I didn't get punched in the face today.

Hannah got her first ever tattoo,
and it took 5 f'n hours.
Around hour 4, I sensed that I might be in danger.

Luckily,
we made it to the finish line with only one of us bleeding.
She has big plans for it to continue some day, with background,
and wrapping around the arm, etc.
But for now, that's a serious first tattoo.

(the picture doesn't really show how high up it goes)




Who's ready for Thanksgiving tomorrow?
Not me.
I'll take the day off, you don't need to ask me twice.
And Meryl and I will certainly take first and second place (respectively, even)
in Total Food Intake,
whether or not anyone else is keeping score.

Speaking of food,
Megan and Joan weren't kidding when they said they'd
overnight us some Brooklyn bagels once they got back.
There was a big box on the porch this morning,
with a dozen doughy delights inside.
I ate up a marbled one immediately,
and we're bringing the rest to dinner tomorrow.
Those two are awesome.