yay.... we went to the annual tattoo convention yesterday. its sorta like going to the humane society. you get there and think "but i'll be so sad if i don't go home with one today." or maybe the fact that i had the photos of what i wanted in my purse wasn't quite the coincidence i played it off to be. i found a lovely chap from england to do up my arm. i'd always been a black and grey purist. but for this, i knew it had to be in color. so here's what it is based off of. when i was 5, my mom needed to keep me busy while she sewed. so she handed me some muslin and thread and started me down a long road of sewing. she keeps it framed in her bathroom haha. i like that i can say i have my first project still.
and here's what i got last night.
the artist laughed at me when i said "i dunno... do you think the needle in the skin might scare children?" all around me were his drawings of people with their skin oozing off their bodies and demon stuff. i guess a lil sewing needle ain't scary by his standards. i'd wanted to do something to symbolize what the gift of stitching means to me and my future. but i couldn't imagine getting a sewing machine. i've seen some amazing sewing machine tats! but while i cherish my beloved old pfaff 1222 and husquavarnas... they ain't what i'd call pretty(shh don't tell them i said that) but i'd feel like i was cheating on them if i put a pic of the featherweight on my arm. but now i can't stop doodling ideas for other embroideries to build around that heart. me thinks an embroidered sleave would kick futtin butt!