I walked into the room confident on the outside… slightly nervous on the inside. It was darkish, low lighting, a low level buzz just heard above the movie images on a TV screen definitely not from Mary Poppins.
Head bent over a guy lying face down on a table was my grandson Joel … the tattooist.
Ok it maybe my age, it may be my conservatism, it may be my fear of pain (yep that’s a strong possibility). A tattoo shop, parlour or whatever the right term is, is not somewhere I have ever been, thought of going…yet there I was.
Why now you ask? Perfectly logical… I have been up in Mackay for a visit for Joel’s 30th birthday, it was time for me to leave and he was working…perfectly natural to pop in and say goodbye.
It was actually not quite like I expected, the two guys being ‘inked’ were sitting/lying quietly while they were being prodded with a needle with ink on it. How could they be so quiet, they were not moving, there was no evidence of pain as in squirming, flinching (like I do when I am having a sun spot cut out), muttering under their breath or heavy breathing.
Joel is a chef by trade so… it amazes me that he would be tattooing part time. He explained it very simply like I was 3 years old… ‘Grannie Di it is like colouring in for big people’. Now why didn’t I think of that?
Admittedly I have never given much thought of what was involved, choosing what the client wants, drawing the tattoo, doing an outline then colouring it in. Now I am sure there are fancy and ‘professionally correct’ terms for all of this. I looked at it in a new light. Even the phrases used….
Regardless of the talent, I still don’t get why you would want to permanently mark your skin. What if you change your mind? What if when you are 90 and lying there with wrinkled skin which would then wrinkle your tattoo…well wouldn’t it? Or worse still rock up to the Doc’s and have them lasered or removed by some other procedure I have never heard of (more pain).
Oh dear the array of things that flash though my mind in the space of 1min most of them around the pain involved (did I mention I have a low pain threshold).
Uumm would you be asking me…haven’t you ever done anything a little or a lot outrageous Di? Tame by comparison, my ‘outrageous’ over the years was around with my hair, nails, jewellery and clothes. All of which I could change when I grew out of that phrase. And thank heavens I did and I could.
By the time Joel had talked calmly to his Grannie Di.. he got me sitting in the chair, sucked up to me as only a grandson can do and… and he convinced me that a teensy hidden bit of ink would be fabulous…just what Grannie Di needed…. Did I really want to become a human canvas? Did I or didn’t I?
Darlings you will just have to wait and see…perhaps I will reveal it all later.
In the interim…I would love to hear your thoughts on having a tattoo, removing a tattoo and how you coped with the pain?
Warm regards Di…and what …you are asking… does this woman do?
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