The new shop is really beautiful. Simple, clean... dark wood floors and an amazing/ornante tin tile ceiling that is gorgeous to look at when you're getting needles full of ink drilled into your arm.
Here's what we started out with... the bare area between my wrist
and the bottom of the clover.
And the other side.
Sweety traced the bow and Mickey Mouse on carbon-transfer.... but then free-handed the rest first starting in lime green Sharpie marker.
The workstation is kept very clean-- no spills.
After the rough outline was done, he went back with a fine tip red Sharpie, and finally a blue ballpoint gel pen.
Once he was finished sketching, I checked it out in the mirror and we quickly got started. We all know I don't have the beefiest frame, or a strong stomach so it's no surprise that I get a little woozy when I subject myself to this whole tattoo thing... but Sweety is always totally cool about it and after about five minutes I totally thought I was gonna barf.
Actually ran to the bathroom cause I-thought-I-was-gonna-puke-barf. But I didn't. I calmly went back to my chair, and he brought be a damp paper towel for my forehead and let me recline in the chair.
When the bear of a receptionist found out that I'd almost fainted he was really amazing and rushed to the bodega to grab me a candy bar. I felt like Shleby-- a reference I wasn't sure they'd get, so I didn't verbalize it.
Here's what's left of the candy bar.
And here's the final product, obviously still very raw and swollen-- but I'll totally share updated photos once she's healed.
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