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w May 12, 2007

Taking All Comments And Suggestions

I'm in a bit of a swithers at the moment, but it's a good swithers. I had decided more than a year ago that I wanted to get a tattoo, something that I suppose lots of people do at the impulsive age of 18 or so, but much like the nose ring, something that I simply didn't have the moxie to pull off at that age. In my ever-increasing dotage, though, I'm trying to work the whole "why the *?$?% not?" thing. The actual tattooing will need to wait for at least another half year while I finish nursing Peebs, but that will give me plenty of time to sort out what exactly it is that I want done. Initially I had decided upon a rendition of Scathach's Axe, which has a lot of personal meaning that I'm not going to go into here (I know at least one person who reads this blog knows the impetus behind said choice; that will suffice). Recently, though, I started thinking I'd rather be able to go to a real tattoo *artist* and say, please do something with this basic concept. Trouble is, not sure how much you can wring out of a simple Celtic axe design. At the same time, I started thinking about something else that might have personal meaning and I admit it was a bit of a "duh" moment when I hit upon the
red dragon of Wales. Y'all have seen this, I'm sure, it's on the national flag, and let's face it. Dragons are bad ass. I would like to think that I am, at times, bad ass. I know I'm not, but you know...moxie. This dragon is also Welsh, and I can at least say that Wales is my closest non-North American ancestry. At any rate, I really don't want a HUGE tattoo by any stretch of the imagination, but on the other hand, I recognize that going too small is kind of pointless because you lose a lot of detail and impact.

What I think I'd really like is some sort of combining of the two, and I suppose the best option is to take both images to a tattooist and say work your mojo. However, since I have at least six months if not longer, let it be known that I eagerly await any comments or suggestions you gentle readers may have. Except "don't do it" because sorry, I'm doing it. And it's not going in the tramp stamp position. At all.

Beyond that, though, knock yourselves out!

by at May 12, 2007 6:52 PM | TrackBack Comments

You should totally get a dragon holding an axe sitting on a pile of sparkly treasure.

Posted by: Julie on May 16, 2007 1:02 PM
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