I Am Now an Official Bad@ss.
I have wanted a tattoo since I was thirteen. Back then it was going to be either a gecko or unicorn, so I’m really glad my parents threatened to kick me out of the house if I ever got a tattoo while under their roof. Yes, I took their threats seriously – you would too, if you knew my parents. It’s called respect, kids (see, I am a good influence in spite of myself). Anyway, I waited like the paragon of virtuous patience that I am, convinced that as soon as I had my own apartment that purple unicorn tattoo would be mine. Ah, youth.
Enter real life: bills I couldn’t keep on top of, bills, and more bills. Two layoffs in two years. Credit card debt accumulating while floating my expenses between jobs. Finally biting the bullet and working at Starbucks to supplement my part-time piano teaching gig through grad school. Alcoholism, then rehab. More unemployment, then under-employment for a long time. Engagement. Wedding. Honestly, unless you’re a recent MIT graduate, I don’t know how young adults nowadays can afford a decent tattoo. Maybe they just don’t eat. As much as I’d have liked to get a tattoo during this period, when it comes down to it and I have to make a choice between a month’s worth of groceries and a tattoo, my stomach wins the battle every time. See, I DO have a practicality streak running through my otherwise flaky blood. Either that or a very powerful appetite.
So I made it through both my twenties and rehab sans tattoo. I think I was the only one there without one…in fact, I’m surprised they let me in. Not to reinforce a stereotype, but my unblemished skin really stood out there.
This December I’m turning thirty, and I’m not freaking out about it as much as I’d anticipated, mostly because life continually improves with each passing year. So what if I came across seven stray grays and my freckles have multiplied exponentially? (They all have names. The gray hairs, not the freckles.)
Thus, for my thirtieth birthday – the year in which I’m supposed to magically transform into a full-on grown-up – I finally gave myself the present after which I’d been pining since puberty:
Haha, you thought it would be a unicorn, didn’t you? I have matured a little since the seventh grade.
Why this particular design? Well, I minored in art history in college, and I am a bit of an art freak, particularly gaga over the Pre-Raphaelites and art nouveau (shut up, you know you secretly love nineteenth-century art, too!). In fact, if you know a bit about art, you’d know that my header on this here website is taken from my favorite Pre-Raphaelite, John William Waterhouse.
Of course, I think I improved it with the addition of my cat. Every evil sorceress/goddess needs a cat, no? I could’ve taught Waterhouse a thing or two. Not Homer though, seeing as Circe turned men into swine…
So back to the tattoo – it’s based on the work of the great art nouveau artist Alfonse Mucha. Sure you know his work, he painted stuff like this:
Specifically, I wanted the poppies and swirliness of art nouveau. In fact, when I initially described what I wanted to the tattoo artist, I think I said, “I want purple flowers and swirlies.” She probably thought I was high.
Eventually, I was able to articulate what I wanted, and fast forward two weeks to today, when the bandage came off: I am thrilled.
I love how it peeks out of the top of my shirt. Except I can’t really see it unless I twist my neck around uncomfortably and look in the mirror. Tattoo-placement fail.
So now, I am finally branded forever with my favorite color of drug-inducing flower. Why didn’t I wait until my actual birthday in December? Well, I did have some foresight – the idea of wearing an itchy sweater over a fresh wound did not appeal to me. See, I do possess a semi-functioning brain. September is also, incidentally, my other birthday – sober three years on the thirtieth, bitchez! (I watch entirely too much Breaking Bad.)
16 Comments
Jenbug
That is gorgeous. I just wish I’d waited to get mine like you did. Congratulations on your bad-assery!
Natalie the Singingfool
Thanks!! Yes, had I not waited, I’d have the ugliest purple unicorn on my hip. Plus I’d have spent the better part of my teen years homeless.
Michele DeYoung
You’re welcome!
Natalie the Singingfool
<3
Suzie
You’ve always been one to me 🙂
Natalie the Singingfool
Lol, thanks Suzie! I forgot to mention I’m probably the nerdiest badass in the history of ever! 😉
Lindsey
Love it, it’s gorgeous. I’ve also wanted some ink for a long time but haven’t yet mustered the guts to get one. What to get, what to get… Congrats on being a badass, and a nearly 3 years sober one, at that. Is it coincidence that the new season of Dexter will begin on your sobriety birthday??? I think not. That’s the universe giving you a pat on the back…but lower, so it doesn’t hurt.
Natalie the Singingfool
*Muses thoughtfully,* you know, you’re right. Cosmic forces aligning in my favor. 🙂
After I got over my unicorn fad, I didn’t know what I wanted for a long time. I finally started researching to get a better idea. And I hate to be this person, but YOU SHOULD TOTALLY DO IT! Hee hee, the whole experience was fun!
Amy
Wow, when you went for it you went for it! Congrats! I never really wanted a tattoo, but I did construct an elaborate plan that if someone put a gun to my head and MADE me get one, I would get it on the bottom of my big toe because then I did it, but it would wear off as I walked. Cuz, you know, people are ALWAYS taking you to tattoo parlors at gunpoint so I have to be ready for these things…
Natalie the Singingfool
That’s what my sister said – her first reaction was, “wow, how big is that??” I never do things by halves.
And I think you should solidify the “just-in-case-by-gunpoint” plans by deciding what you’d get on the bottom of your toe, because really, you DO have to be ready for these things…
Reading (and chickens)
Awesome! I love Poppy. 🙂
Natalie the Singingfool
Poppy thanks you. 🙂
Victoria Elizabeth
Your poppy is lovely. Although perhaps you underestimated the lasting appeal of a gecko?
Thankfully my parents were too evil to understand my 14 year-old-self’s burning need for a dolphin… On my ankle.
Natalie the Singingfool
Not the kind of gecko I had in mind…definitely regrettable! :/
Sounds like you had quality parents!
Erica Schatz
Yay! Purple flowers and swirlies! It looks so good!!
Had the tattoo parlor in Ft. Collins, Colorado not been closed the day I stopped by in 2003, I would have had a dove on my lower right back. I took it as a sign that it wasn’t meant to be. I still haven’t stopped thinking about my dove, and have since thought of new twists to my original idea, but I just don’t know that I can bring myself to do it anymore. Age has made me a wimp.
Natalie the Singingfool
Thank you!!! Yes, I am in love with Poppy. It makes me feel like I always have jewelry on. 🙂
And, I am going to be this person – YOU SHOULD TOTALLY DO IT!!!! DON’T WIMP OUT!!! 😉 Hee hee…