My friend got a great tattoo at a shop downtown, and after talking to her artist Ian, I realized that I wanted him to do my tattoo as well. I made the appointment on St. Patrick's Day, for April 28, 2 weeks before college graduation. I wanted it to have a subtle nod to Disney, so I found the Aladdin movie title font online, and chose that for the font.
The shop called me the day before, confirming my appointment and placement. After the phone call, since I knew nothing about tattoos, I decided to look up aftercare tips. That was a giant mistake. "My god, the pain before and after was like nothing I've experienced before!" "My foot swelled up to three times its size!" "I bled for 3 weeks!" "My foot bled puss for a week and I had to go to the hospital!" "My foot will never be the same again!" "I couldn't walk for 2 weeks!"
I was now terrified.
The next morning, I went to breakfast with my brother, and then to the shop with his girlfriend (my friend who had gotten the tattoo at the same shop from Ian). I had put a small stuffed animal in my purse, Gromit from Wallace and Gromit, thinking that I might need to squeeze something.
Ian walked into the reception area and we started talking about paperwork, the tattoo placement and font, and then he noticed how nervous I was. He asked me if it was my first tattoo, and I nodded. He asked me what I was afraid of, and I told him that I had stupidly looked up tips on Google. He nodded, and asked me if I ever looked up my symptoms when I was sick. I said no, and he explained that going online to look up medical information was a horrible idea, because it always gives you the worst information/diagnosis. He then said that most of the people had probably gotten their tattoos "in some dark living room with dirty needles and cat hair everywhere". He reassured me, and then left me with the paperwork as he went to trace the tattoo. I filled it out, reading about the possibility of infection, death, etc. He and I signed it, and then went into the tattoo room.
Ian then said "I know this isn't the kind of music you normally listen to-" Heavy metal was playing- "Would it help if I put on some Disney music?" "Um. Yes please!" I couldn't believe that he would be so nice. I chose the Lion King Pandora station, and 'I Just Can't Wait to be King' started playing. Ian smiled and said "This is the first time this kind of music has played in this tattoo shop."
He started with the last letter, and worked his way backwards. I was trying so hard to not move, but sometimes my foot would involuntarily jump a little from the pain.
I had thought that it would hurt really badly, but since it’s fairly small, it didn’t hurt that bad-more like lots of short, sharp, pokes. There were definitely places where it hurt really badly-the first ‘a’ and ‘w’, but overall it wasn’t terrible. I didn’t cry or faint, which was nice.
When the tattoo was finished, I was instantly in love. Ian took a few pictures for me, and then wrapped my foot in plastic wrap and medical tape.
At the Blaque Owl tattoo shop, one hour is $100, and he charged me $50.
I'm so glad I did it, it was worth every penny and every second of pain. I love it!
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