The evolution of cover up

Last friday Marty and I headed to Tacoma to celebrate my birthday... sort of. I should say to celebrate my birthday gift since my birthday was actually monday. I've been wanting a new tattoo for some time now, and that's exactly what my sweet Husband did for me!

Shortly after I turned 18 I got my first tattoo. Then a couple years later I got another, and then another. That third one is on my back and it's undergoing cover up. I never thought I'd be one for cover up. I thought "yeah, I know what I'm doing. I'll love this forever!" That's being young for you. Thinking you know it all. Obviously, things change, and now I'm less than happy with it.

I've chosen a piece for my arm by Alphonse Mucha entitled "Dance". I am very inspired by art nouveau and the delicate nature it embraces. I love how feminine and soft his paintings are. Here is the piece that I chose for my arm.

You can see the tattoo on my back as well as the new piece that will start the cover up process. Marty had this brilliant idea about adding an umbrella turned inside out by the swirling wind. I think it turned out amazing! The tattoo artist is still working on the flowers that will cover up the existing tattoo. They will be flowing out of the umbrella.

My first session lasted three hours and all the outlining is complete. I go back in November for color on my arm. This will be my first tattoo with color and I must say I am very excited to add this element.

It will be a lengthy process totaling over 10 hours I am sure. But I am up for it and can hardly wait to go back. More progress to come....

Soap, punk rock, and a baby

I've been trying to write this post since Monday. Yes, it's Thursday Wednesday of the following week now and I still can't seem to write anything worth posting. *sigh*

So maybe I'll just get to the point? We traveled to Oregon last weekend before last to visit our new nephew, see a punk rock show, and Julian made soap with my mom.

There.

But, seriously, how boring is that? Pretty boring if you ask me. When I am not sitting here trying to write all these fantastic stories pop into my head of how I could make this post exciting. Now I am here and meh, they are gone. What gives? Maybe I need a pocket tape recorder. Interesting idea. Can you see me now, driving the kids to school, coffee in one hand, tape recorder in the other steering with my knee? Okay, maybe not.

The weekend was great, aside from the bed we have to sleep in when we visit my mom. It's hard as a rock. We both woke up paralyzed. We recovered though. Barely.

Our new nephew, cute as a button. You know babies have this amazing power to turn you to a big mushy pile of mush. Or maybe that's me telling myself I am not getting any younger. *gulp* I held him for some time rocking and patting him until he could hold his eyes open no longer. He made me so warm and his little noises melted me. See, there is the mush again.

The show was fun... we drove into NE Portland to find this little bar called The Know, and you know there was really nothing to know about it. It was small and pretty bare inside except for a few pinball machines and a pretty good jukebox. They did serve an acceptable jack and seven, so I was happy. The show was fun and loud and you know, punk rock.

Anywho, we bailed after the band played we came to see and made our way back up to my mom's only to return to that damn bed. Ah nuts.

That evening my mom and Julian made soap. I seriously think we have a little crafter on our hands. He LOVES this kind of stuff. He made 10 bars of brightly colored and smelly good soaps. I think I may need to try this at home....

Okay, there, finally. See, I can blog.

Things I'm into lately

Kerrygold Blarney Castle cheese with bartlett pear slices.

Leggings.

Top Chef. WORD. I picked Jennifer. She's tough and curt and cooks like one mean mo'fo'.

Fall. Yes, the leaves are changing and I busted my coat out.

Baking bread. The smell is overwhelmingly good!

Putting the heating pad on at the bottom of the bed about 20 minutes before I get in. Can you say, INSTANT warm feet. Ahhhh.

Grizzly Bear