So I got a new tattoo. No big secret, I showed y'all two weeks ago when it happened.
But what you don't know is the slightly strange story behind it.
Tricks and I headed to the West Coast Lowdown, Perth's Kustom Kulture Festival where everything s spelled with a K, much like that Kooky Kardashian Klan.
We're talking hot rods, low rider hop kings (the cars that jump up and down), Miss West Coast Lowdown and a stack of gorgeous pinups, a half pipe for anyone who decided to BYO skateboard, custom builds, and a stack of tattoo artists all under one roof. It was fabulous.
Tricks spent most of the time staring, slack jawed at the highly polished hot rods, no doubt imagining himself behind the wheel.
"Mum, you love tattoos, you should get one." he said.
"You're an enabler" I replied.
We went through Tattoo Alley countless times, the buzz of the machines kept drawing me over.
Bzzzzzz get a tattoo bzzzzz.
Bzzzzz you know bzzzzz you want to bzzzzzzz.
One place, Ink Remedy, was doing a chocolate wheel for their tattoos. There was 31 pieces of numbered flash, and for $100 you could spin the wheel and get whatever it landed on, tattooed on your skin.
Forever.
I thought it was a cool gimmick, but not something I'd be up for.
The flash was beautiful, it was all Sailor Jerry style, which I adore on other people but don't see on myself. The colour scheme just isn't me.
Chatting with the woman in charge, she said she couldn't spin up a tattoo either. I mentioned there was only one design on there that I could have on me, a swallow, because I had always wanted one. I'd even put a fake tattoo swallow on my foot years ago.
"I love the meaning, I love the look. But I dodn't like the colours."
"You could pick your own colours, it doesn't have to be like that" she said.
BZZZZZZ GET A TATTOO BZZZZZZZ!
"You know, if you spin up one you don't like you don't lose your money. You just have to pay full price for the tattoo you want." she said, no doubt sensing how much I was aching to have the needles on my skin again.
BZZZZZ GET A TATTOO BZZZZZZ!
"Ha! Well, I only want number 14. Tricks, spin me up a 14."
He gave the chocolate wheel a heave and I'm silently thinking WTF am I doing playing tattoo roulette?
Tricks, the lady in charge, some others who were standing near by and myself watched the wheel spin.
Ticker, ticker, ticket, tick, tick, tick... tick... tick... ... tick... ... ...tick... .... ... ... ...tick.
14.
There were hoots of laughter and another lady who also wanted to spin stared in amazement.
"I guess I'm getting a tattoo!"
So that's the story of how my 7yo spun up my tattoo design for me.
I'm sure there is a heap of people who will think that is weird, and you know what, I'm one of them.
I had the tattoo done there and then by Darcie, with people walking past to stop and look, and Tricky by my side playing games and taking photos.
Everyone has asked how much it hurt because it was on my foot, and to be honest, it didn't hurt as much as I thought it would. I had heard so many horror stories about foot tattoos so I had built it up in my head to be the most insane pain I'd ever felt, and compared to the terror in my head it was nothing. I did flinch once during the outline... and have a nice little wiggly line to show for it.
I am in love with it.
The colour is very me, and I'm so glad to have my favourite colour on me finally.
And yes, it does match my current hair colour!
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