So, before I'm a tattoo artist, I'm a mom. My son is in karate, and his oversized gi needed his name on the back. So, I go get some iron-on letters, and put them on his gi. Now, I'm supposed to be an artist. How hard is it to get irn-on letters on fabric? Apparently, it doesn't work for me. I put his name on so crooked it looks like a politician. But hey, I couldn't get my son to stop moving.
(That was a joke there, son.)
And, since this is a tattoo blog, how about another tattoo?
We have an apprentice at the shop, named Bacon. He was named by my six year old daughter when she walked up to him one day and said "You smell like bacon. Carry me Bacon!" and when he said something to her, she yelled "Talking bacon?!?!" and ran. So, I have called him Bacon ever since, and told him the other day that he was getting a bacon tattoo. He just needed to tell me where. So, he came up with this little gem.
Best tattoo I did all day.
Another fun one I started the other day was the Space Bunny. This was the girl's first tattoo, and, after my own heart, decided 'go big or go home'. Here you go.
I'm going to go back into it after it heals, smooth out the background and put some darker tones in it. I can't wait to finish it.