Today I spent this afternoon once again getting zapped by my awesome tattoo artist, Nik. (You can find him here. I would definitely recommend checking him out if you’re in or around Edinburgh, he’s a fantastic artist and as nice a guy as they come).
I’ve wanted a rose tattoo for as long as I remember - it is literally my middle name, hahaha. A few weeks ago I saw a photo on Instagram of a girl with a tattoo similar this and I lost it. It’s the only time I’ve wanted to directly steal someone else’s design (not that I would ever do that, obviously). I took the photo to Nik and asked him if he could draw me up something similar but unique. He told me he thought I could actually do a better job of it than him. I was shocked, but completely honoured. I’ve never really drawn flowers before but I was so motivated by the compliment that I bashed this one out in one night and got it booked the next day.
It took about three hours to get the lines in and the plan is to get it completely coloured, but I really liked how the linework looked on it’s own so I thought this was a good place to leave it for now. The first tattoo I’ve ever had to do in multiple sessions! I can’t wait to get it finished off. The pain sucks butts, but it’s so worth it.
B: 3 Biggest Pet Peeves. When people chew with their mouths open or they just chew very loudly, when people are hypocrites about really serious things, and when people touch my hair.
G: If you had to rank yourself on a scale of 1 to 10, what would you be? um this question makes me feel awkward and derogatory towards myself. uhh probably a 5 because i’m not necessarily ugly or extremely pretty. i’m a combination of both. so i’m just there. nothing too special about me.
Being awkward and shy and still unable to look directly into the camera for selfies continues to lead to pretentious posery. (I apologise!)
I feel like over the last few months I’ve really lost touch with the internet and for that I am both sad and grateful. It’s a wonderful thing to be able to step away from technology and truly indulge in the real world, and I’m so unbelievably happy in my little slice of life right now that I can barely find the words.
In the four months that I have worked there, I have now tripled my contacted hours with Lush and am comfortably working full-time. It is without a doubt the best job I’ve ever had and I actually find myself missing it when I’m not there (loser alert, right?)
However this worries me, too. I worry that because I’m so happy where I am, I’m forgetting to keep my real dream - to be a tattoo artist - in the forefront of my mind. I’ve found that I’m barely drawing at all these days and when I think about it I start to panic. I’m making a vow to find the balance. Hard work and fun. (Although isn’t it odd that the fun is my job, and hard work is my dream? But I know what I want! I’m gonna make it happen.)
This is probably the stupidest thing. I’m compaining about being too happy and panicking that I’m running out of time, when in reality I’m only nineteen. This heat is messing with my head.