Between You, Me and the Lamp Post
Day 57: I did it!
Like most people, I’d seen tattoo parlors on TV and they looked, to say the least, dark scary places manned by rough-looking men. You know the type, big, bald, burly men with dark glasses and facial hair, in other words, people you wouldn’t want to meet in a dark alley.
Another thing that scared me were the possible dangers. I’d heard of people getting infected by HIV and hepatitis due to dirty needles or contaminated ink.
And then last but not least, the pain. Getting pricked by a needle a few hundred times seemed like a mild case of torture. In short, why would anyone take the chance and do this to themselves?
Then last week Dora S. posted a picture on Facebook of her first tattoo and I thought ... If she can do it, I can do it.
I went online, searched for tattoo places in Toronto and was presented with a string of possibilities. After having dismissed a few, because I didn’t like the look of them, I found Black Line Studio.
We exchanged a few emails and I sent them a picture of the tattoo I had in mind.
When I arrived at Black Line Studio I couldn’t have been more surprised. This tattoo parlor was nothing like I’d seen on TV. It wasn’t dark and dodgy but modern and full of light. Sort of like the entrance to a spa. Neither was there any sign of big, bald, scary-looking men. I was greeted by a friendly, stylish looking, receptionist.
I got another surprise when I met the artist (Victoria) who would do my tattoo ... a pretty young girl in jeans and an over-sized sweater was a mass of long wild curls. This was a tattoo artist? She looked like someone’s favorite cupcake baker.
And so today was D-day.
Before getting started, Victoria showed me her version of the picture I had presented her with. Hm, to tell you the truth, I had reservations. This didn’t look like a condor, this looked like an over-sized turkey.
Victoria got busy. Without going into too much detail, there was no cause for concern of a dirty needle or contaminated ink as everything was new and sterile. Even the armrest was wrapped in plastic and Victoria wore gloves.
As for the pain ... not worth mentioning. On a scale of 1 to 10, I would say ... 2. I felt something, but I wouldn’t actually call it pain, more like a bit of irritation.
And then suddenly the humming of the pen grew quiet, I had a look and my tattoo was finished.
I’m very happy with the result. As you can see, the tattoo doesn’t resemble an over-sized turkey but a proper condor. At the moment the tattoo is still covered with a type of protective plastic. This will come off in 48 hours.
In case you're wondering why I chose a condor ... well, come back tomorrow and all will be revealed.