So I finally decided that I wanted to get a tattoo. I had been bouncing the idea around in my head for quite some time. I don't know why all of a sudden I decided to do it, but I am so happy I did!! I had some doubts, even went as far as taking a poll on the image and location of the intended tattoo. My husband wasn't thrilled with the thought of me having a tattoo, but said it was my decision and he would be fine if I decided to go through with it. The only condition was that his friend did the ink work. All his tattoos (four) were done by his long time friend and would not want anybody else to do the work on his wife. I agreed, I have always liked my husbands tattoos. The ironic part is I never liked tattoos in general, but after falling in love with my husband I didn't mind them so much. Over time, I began to like them. Now, I wanted one for myself. So, I put the concern of the pain aside, climbed in the chair and 3 hours later walked out with my first tattoo. Will it be my only one, probably. But you never know, a lot of people say that...until they get their first. My friend asked me if I felt different or like a "bad ass" since I did it. The answer is yes, I do feel different. I love how it looks and find myself constantly looking at it. I did however put it in a place that will only be seen if I intend it to be seen. As for being a "bad ass", I don't know. But I will say it takes guts to get a detailed and a decent size tattoo for your very first. So, with nothing more to say I will end this blog. WAIT!!!! I do have one more thing to say..I LOVE MY NEW TATTOO!!!!!!!!
