Although Lithuania was amazing, some drama occurred upon my return from said country so I will document my adventures when I'm emotionally stable enough to do so.
Enough of that awkwardness.
On Saturday, my mother made it clear she wanted a tattoo to pay tribute to her mother, my late grandmother. I knew this for awhile but didn't know she'd be alright with taking the dive back into permanent ink. Well, shows how much I know.
After much convincing, we went to the East Side and to my go-to tattoo shop, Gothic Body, which is where my go-to tattoo guy, John Hill, works. We were able to reserve a spot and picked out the matching design we wanted to get. With the design decided, colors chosen and balls ready for some pain, I was able to look in the mirror an hour later at this:
It's bright green, purple and yellow, which is my grandmother's favorite color so it seemed only right to have a splash of sunshine in there. I was more than satisfied with the new artwork on me. John even snapped a photo of it so, hopefully, I'll see it on the shop wall the next time I come in! He even offered to touch up my Oscar Wilde script, which I thought was so kind.
Of course, I want more now. Ah, ink addictions.
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