Like for an organ transplant, my immune system rejects the tattoos.I always disliked tattoos and now, with 63, I strongly doubt this ever will change. I'm just glad I never got some.
Ah I see. I didn't know that. Never really left the Portsmouth area bar a few trips to London and the New Forest.Glasto and Totnes are huge Pagan towns. Especially Glastonbury. The high street in Glastonbury has multiple Pagan themed shops. There are groups that meet regularly and events happening weekly. You would love it down there.
Warning they are flat earthers and anti 5 G. They have mistrust for any authority and are basically hippy anarchists. It's a good vibe, mostly. It has its problems but yeah you would love it there. Not the festival by the way. The actual town itself. The festival is 2 miles from Shepton Mallet in the village of Pilton and 6 miles from Glastonbury.
That's exactly what I'm doing.If you are going to get a tattoo, then don’t follow the trend or crowd and get something that everybody else has, such as so called “tribal bands” etc. Be an individual and get something that personally means something to you.
It is beautiful.This is purely for reference, but this is the kind of style I'm looking for:
But on what size in height and width ? In centimeters ?Well I've since sent the image to the artist via E-mail. He says he reckons he can do a lot with this,
Like I say, the above image is for reference.But on what size in height and width ? In centimeters ?
Like I say, the above image is for reference.
It is not the final design. Right now I'm letting him take artistic license and he will get back to me in the coming days.
Unicorns are my life. Have been for a long, long time.A big size here.
Be careful, you will wear it all your life if you do it.
Unicorns are my life. Have been for a long, long time.
My natural resonance with horses is no coincidence.
Its your choice.
One of the things about being an old fart is you recognize generational fads. When I was a lad and dinosaurs roamed the earth there were tattooed grannies as far as the eye could see and they were cruelly mocked by pretty much everyone. A genuine comedy staple at the time in sketch shows and such. My generation grew up with discrete tats easily concealed or none at all as a result of that.
Now you fashionable young tearaways haven't seen loads of pensioners with masses of tattoos so you haven't been put off by it, and now you are doomed to become them.
Get scuba diving lessons instead.
There's a little old lady who must be pushing 80 in my neighborhood that I see all the time.
She has literally hundreds of small-ish tattoos, seemingly done by as many artists.
Even from a distance it doesn't look cohesive at all.
It's not like a lot of today's work in that respect.
One day I happened to be standing behind her at the grocery store, and I realized, there IS a theme!
Every single tattoo was a pair of animals, well, making baby animals!
So now I'm standing in the slowest line in Hawai'i
(cashier to patron at beginning of line: "Oh so, how's your daughter these days?!")
trying very hard not to laugh, while also trying to confirm that yes, every single tattoo out of hundreds over her whole body, is indeed some sort of barnyard, wilderness, marine or domestic animal pair, "gettin' busy"!
Some looked like cartoons, others went for hyper-realism, there was even a unicorn pair...
She's like Noah's ark, in ink.
Mr k0rn, the bar has been set.
I'm sharing this with my friends. It's exactly the crude humour we crave.There's a little old lady who must be pushing 80 in my neighborhood that I see all the time.
She has literally hundreds of small-ish tattoos, seemingly done by as many artists.
Even from a distance it doesn't look cohesive at all.
It's not like a lot of today's work in that respect.
One day I happened to be standing behind her at the grocery store, and I realized, there IS a theme!
Every single tattoo was a pair of animals, well, making baby animals!
So now I'm standing in the slowest line in Hawai'i
(cashier to patron at beginning of line: "Oh so, how's your daughter these days?!")
trying very hard not to laugh, while also trying to confirm that yes, every single tattoo out of hundreds over her whole body, is indeed some sort of barnyard, wilderness, marine or domestic animal pair, "gettin' busy"!
Some looked like cartoons, others went for hyper-realism, there was even a unicorn pair...
She's like Noah's ark, in ink.
Mr k0rn, the bar has been set.
Boiled sweets. Literally everyone I know who has ink, and I know a lot, has been telling me this. Both keeps you occupied and keeps your blood sugar up.I'm currently in negotiations with Mrs. Barron to get a tramp stamp (I don't really care what, but a unicorn would be fine). I'll be honest, I'm having a tough go of it so far. She just says things like "If you want reading material while you're back there bring a book along."
NO!Or get absolutely sloshed before you go into the tattoo parlour, so that you pass out in the chair
NO!
Under no circumstances should you be under even the slightest influence when you get inked!
The place I go to has a strict no-drunks policy, and will decline service if they suspect you've been drinking, even if it costs them a sale.
Some places won't turn away drunks, and those are places that, frankly, need to go out of business.
Now that I'm in the process, I'll be abstaining from drinking for a few months. I want this to go as perfectly as possible.