When I was 18 years old I decided on a whim to get my first tattoo. There was a girl in my class who had the most delicate flower ankle chain and I wanted to be like her! Of course at the time I just thought it was my right of passage moment, actually that sounds better so lets stick with that…
When I was 18 I embarked on the right of passage of getting my first tattoo! I walked into the closest tattoo shop, picked a tattoo off a sheet and dropped down my $50 deposit. A week later I had a crooked diamond on my ankle; read FAIL.
*crude drawing depicting the missing 7th side in the tattoo I received.*
The shop owner told me that only the person who did the tattoo could fix the tattoo but thankfully I was able to get him to understand that the artist who mangled my leg was in NO WAY getting near me again even if he wasn’t holding a tattooing needle. The shop owner fixed the tattoo as best he could and it was always a sore spot for me that I have this slightly crooked tattoo on my leg.
So I have after many years finally decided to get it covered up. Stay tuned for Part II; Finding An Artist.