Wednesday, May 07, 2008

Inked *updated*

When I get an idea in my head, I don’t dick around. All I can say right now is that my ankle hurts.

At this point, I must admit my profoundly embarrassing love for “reality” series, Miami Ink, chronicling the life and slightly staged times of the Floridian inkers at Love/Hate Tattoos in South Beach and the effect that these nightly forays into the world of body modification was having on my willpower to not have any more work done. Mr. DD was already getting some ink to commemorate the birth of the Prawn, so I couldn’t very well let him have all the flesh scarifying fun. After a few days of playing around in Photoshop, I came up with a design that I was happy with and yesterday, the two of us trotted off to the local inkery to get marked for life. (The Prawn was safely and temporarily ensconced with a babysitter so that she didn’t spend the duration of our appointments tearing flash off the walls and decorating the floor with as many different colors of ink as she could get her mitts on.)

Tattoos always seem to be a great idea until the moment the needle touches your skin for the first time causing a sensation akin to someone viciously and repeatedly stubbing a very fine cigarette out on you. And then doing it again, and enjoying it. This is not to elicit pity, because asking for compassion following an entirely unnecessary and self-inflicted hurt would be just a tad foolish, but it doesn’t change the fact that it hurts like the proverbial motherfucker. It’s lucky for me that my inker is not only tremendously talented, but a fast worker, so the agony was a relatively short one and I came out the other end with a rather lovely bit of art on my right ankle with should heal up in relatively short order.

Mr. DD went second and offered up his arm to the needle to be adorned with the initials of our daughter. The area of the hands, for my husband, is a bit of a delicate region. In fact, such is his squeamishness about his digits and their outlands that, if given a choice between hand surgery and losing one or both testicles, I think his boys might have a run for their money. I was expecting at least a bit of pallor, but he took it like a man under the quick hand of our artist and was soon in possession with a very cool set of initials in a great font, ironically called Skin Deep.

So, here we both sit, blogging our experiences and nursing the niggling pain in our extremities and enjoying our new bits of ink.

Until the next time.


8 comments:

MsPrufrock said...

I WANNA SEE!! I WANNA SEE! I'm keen to get another tattoo (I only have one), much to The Dude's chagrin.

I too have an odd fixation with Miami Ink, as well as LA Ink. Damn Discovery Health or whatever channel that is which airs Miami Ink all the damn time.

rockmama said...

We watch it on DMAX, which seems to exclusively show that brand of reality show, including The Deadliest Catch and American Chopper.

rockmama said...

By the way, what channel is LA Ink on? I've wanted to see it.

PiquantMolly said...

Very sweet. I approve.

Aunt Becky said...

Ooooh!

I want new ink! Holy crap!

Two Little Bubs said...

Wow! I'm very impressed. I bet you're going to be one of those cool Moms who not only allows her daughter to get a tat, but goes with her and helps her choose the design. Great photo... You make it look easy and not at all painful.

rockmama said...

If the Prawn wants a tat while she's living under my roof, darn STRAIGHT I'm going with her! :) I harbor this little fantasy of us getting matching ink for her 18th birthday. :)

cdees39 said...

What? No pics of hubbies ink?
Does he have a blog too?