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I did it. 12 years in the making, my dream tattoo is finally on my body forever. Imma try to keep this short, but this work means a lot to me. I’ve searched high and low for years, unwilling to settle on an artist just for the sake of getting the tattoo, but I was hellbent on waiting to find 1. An artist who’s work I find stunning and 2. An artist that I admire. Since I was 16 I wanted this piece. It wasn’t until I found this woman, Valery, a couple years ago. I’ve been following her now for quite some time and have (embarrassingly) gained a “verified fan badge” on her page for my constant “😍🔥” comments and berating her DM’s to find out if she will ever open her books. Spoiler: she didn’t. So I devised a plan to be ready to take off to Montreal whenever she posts on Facebook that she has an opening. (Not impulsive at all, ya know?) And that happened. She had an opening. And 250+ other people commented on this post wanting that spot as well. It was as good as gone in my mind, but there would be another chance, I supposed. Then she tagged me. It happened. And I was off. (Not before hearing multiple concerns from Mae Wow. First “why on your arm!?” followed by “NO! NOT a snake.” While the roses hold no deeper meaning simply than beauty (and stank, I suppose), the snake has always been something I’ve gravitated to symbolically, as a creature of continuous shedding and rebirth (something I relate to as a creative soul, exactly why I don’t have my body covered with other tattoos, my taste transforms too quickly). This morning, I made my way to Répentigny and when I arrived, the artist explained that she picked me BECAUSE I wanted the snake, and that not many women get this, and it would be her first as well. After learning she had one tattooed on her, my minimal doubts were shaken out of my head (sry mom). I truly could not have asked for a better experience. The work is beyond what I even imagined, and I’m so happy to have done it on this solo treat yo’self trip.
I did it. 12 years in the making, my dream tattoo is finally on my body forever. Imma try to keep this short, but this work means a lot to me. I’ve searched high and low for years, unwilling to settle on an artist just for the sake of getting the tattoo, but I was hellbent on waiting to find 1. An artist who’s work I find stunning and 2. An artist that I admire. Since I was 16 I wanted this piece. It wasn’t until I found this woman, Valery, a couple years ago. I’ve been following her now for quite some time and have (embarrassingly) gained a “verified fan badge” on her page for my constant “😍🔥” comments and berating her DM’s to find out if she will ever open her books. Spoiler: she didn’t. So I devised a plan to be ready to take off to Montreal whenever she posts on Facebook that she has an opening. (Not impulsive at all, ya know?) And that happened. She had an opening. And 250+ other people commented on this post wanting that spot as well. It was as good as gone in my mind, but there would be another chance, I supposed. Then she tagged me. It happened. And I was off. (Not before hearing multiple concerns from Mae Wow. First “why on your arm!?” followed by “NO! NOT a snake.” While the roses hold no deeper meaning simply than beauty (and stank, I suppose), the snake has always been something I’ve gravitated to symbolically, as a creature of continuous shedding and rebirth (something I relate to as a creative soul, exactly why I don’t have my body covered with other tattoos, my taste transforms too quickly). This morning, I made my way to Répentigny and when I arrived, the artist explained that she picked me BECAUSE I wanted the snake, and that not many women get this, and it would be her first as well. After learning she had one tattooed on her, my minimal doubts were shaken out of my head (sry mom). I truly could not have asked for a better experience. The work is beyond what I even imagined, and I’m so happy to have done it on this solo treat yo’self trip.
I did it. 12 years in the making, my dream tattoo is finally on my body forever. Imma try to keep this short, but this work means a lot to me. I’ve searched high and low for years, unwilling to settle on an artist just for the sake of getting the tattoo, but I was hellbent on waiting to find 1. An artist who’s work I find stunning and 2. An artist that I admire. Since I was 16 I wanted this piece. It wasn’t until I found this woman, Valery, a couple years ago. I’ve been following her now for quite some time and have (embarrassingly) gained a “verified fan badge” on her page for my constant “😍🔥” comments and berating her DM’s to find out if she will ever open her books. Spoiler: she didn’t. So I devised a plan to be ready to take off to Montreal whenever she posts on Facebook that she has an opening. (Not impulsive at all, ya know?) And that happened. She had an opening. And 250+ other people commented on this post wanting that spot as well. It was as good as gone in my mind, but there would be another chance, I supposed. Then she tagged me. It happened. And I was off. (Not before hearing multiple concerns from Mae Wow. First “why on your arm!?” followed by “NO! NOT a snake.” While the roses hold no deeper meaning simply than beauty (and stank, I suppose), the snake has always been something I’ve gravitated to symbolically, as a creature of continuous shedding and rebirth (something I relate to as a creative soul, exactly why I don’t have my body covered with other tattoos, my taste transforms too quickly). This morning, I made my way to Répentigny and when I arrived, the artist explained that she picked me BECAUSE I wanted the snake, and that not many women get this, and it would be her first as well. After learning she had one tattooed on her, my minimal doubts were shaken out of my head (sry mom). I truly could not have asked for a better experience. The work is beyond what I even imagined, and I’m so happy to have done it on this solo treat yo’self trip.
SO MANY custom kitchen goods coming from the laser this week!
You know the opening scene of the Grinch, when Cindy Lou Who has boxes piled so high she can’t even see? That was me IRL today at the post office. The last week has been wild. Thank you to everyone who has encouraged me, made a purchase, or has taken the time to ask how this small biz side hustle has been! So very grateful to be able to spend my free time being creative and crafty. Only a couple more days to fill my holiday orders until a short, fun, design break. 🎁💕🔨
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