Yup, this post is exactly about what you think it will be about: the age old art of tattooing.

Shemar Moore
A specimen of someone who looks beeeeeeeyoooootiful with the ink art.

I got my first one at the age of 18-almost-19 years old: the summer after my first year at university. I had tons of ups and downs that year, as it usually fares when you live away from home for the first time. So, to commemorate those ups and downs, I decided that I wanted to get a tattoo to help me remember what really is important in life. So I got the Chinese symbols (I know, I know, ridiculous for a Caucasian female) for “Daughter, Sister Forever” on my left side, running from my upper ribcage to my hipbone. I chose this combination of words, because those are the only roles I will play forever; I may not be a friend or girlfriend or wife or cousin or niece. The role of daughter and sister is the only thing I’ll be forever…even if there is, God forbid, a huge falling out of some sort. I felt it held a double permanence for me as it was permanently tattooed on me…forever. (Yes, I am aware of the laser removal process.)

I have to tell you that my parents were far from thrilled when they caught a glimpse of my piece de resistance a couple weeks post-procedure…my mom cried and my dad told me that “boys don’t like tattoos”: a mantra he has repeated to me once a year over the last five years. My response: he should be much more concerned if I do things for the benefit of boys.

Now it’s five years later and the itch for another needle-and-ink-under-the-skin experience has been going strong. I’ve been through several phases, especially with my university roommates, to get all kinds of different tattoos. (The trouble with an active imagination and a creative mind is that you have a million ideas.) If I didn’t have a care in the world, I would be more tatted up than that leopard guy, circa 1998. So anyways, I went through the phase of getting “Forever 21”, a hummingbird, and even a thigh tattoo, but for the past year or so, I’ve been settled on the idea of a quote down my spine. It’s always been about the money and booking an appointment that is convenient for me — the paying customer — and now I have finally found the opportunity!

The time is come! An old friend from high school is trying to build his brand and reputation as a tattoo artist and I decided, after examining his portfolio of lettering, I decided to take the plunge. Tonight I am getting my second tattoo — eee! I’m totally exhilarated and can hardly focus at work right now, as with any post-work big event.

What quote am I getting? I had previously chosen a quote that basically spoke about being happy and alone: a.k.a. I ain’t need no man in my life! But I decided…ugh, I don’t want something on my body about guys…my life is much more than that. So, I decided to combine my love for the literary arts (books for the non-nerd) and my tendency for having a sensitive and soft heart, despite my regular declaration that “I’m jaded” every time something with a guy doesn’t work out.

From Jane Austen’s Emma — my favourite Jane Austen novel as I’ve mentioned in past posts — Emma says: “There is no charm equal to tenderness of heart.” She says this when she decides that Harriet isn’t such a trifling beyotch after all and she has a revelation that you can’t judge and hate someone…they could be really nice if you get to know them: perfection.  Ahh, I am beyond excited.


Photograph to come later.



2 Comments Add yours

  1. Casey Palmer says:

    Good luck and don’t die! Spine? Damn, you nuts. Love it.

  2. Paige Andrea says:

    I got it on Wednesday and had the most intense nerve overload until Friday afternoon. Quite a strange sensation. Good thing I don’t have another spine, because it was super intense! I’ll post a picture later. (It’s kind of scandalous, so I’m grappling with whether I should tweet it or put it in my blog.)

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