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My New Tattoo: Story In Photos
May 1 was my birthday, and I celebrated the way any mature, responsible, 45-year-old woman might: I decided to get a new tattoo while on vacation in Prague. And then I sweet-talked Dave into joining me. Here are the snaps from the day we got matching star tattoos to celebrate aging as loudly and inappropriately as possible.
Once upon a time…
We chose Tribo, based on recommendations from Reddit. The shop was booked, but when Dave mentioned it was my birthday, the artist Lukas volunteered to come in early to mark us up, which is how we ended up getting tattooed at the thoroughly un-rock-and-roll time of 10:00 a.m.
Inside, in addition to sparkling clean tattoo and piercing studio there’s a shop with Dickies clothing; cool handmade journals; tough-guy (and girl) jewelry; piercing doodads; and tattoo-inspired art and rock posters.
We had a look around, then met Lukas, our artist. The first step was the outline. I got mine on the inside of my left wrist, right by the tail of my panther.
This is me, happily anticipating my new tattoo. This is after the euphoria of the outline, but before the discomfort of the tattoo needle.
It’s been 12 years since my last tattoo, and I forgot how annoying and pinchy it is. Here’s where I remembered…
Especially when it was time to fill in the outline…
I spent most of the time scrunching up my face in pain, but Dave caught me laughing, too.
So close now…
Mission “Birthday Tattoo” Complete!
He, too, had forgotten the special kind of discomfort that goes along with getting a tattoo. I lovingly captured the moment.
But soon he was done, too!
Then we went to Café Louvre for elevensies — eggs, ham, cheese, bread, coffee, and cake (!) — because who doesn’t need second breakfast after being voluntarily stabbed with a needle?!