Like many people, I spent most of my life afraid to get a tattoo. Between the permanence and the pain, you really have to be sure about what you’re getting etched into your skin. Today’s 3F3 is from the time I finally took the plunge and crossed over from “not tattooed” to awesome. I remember…
The year is 2018. I’m 38 years old.
Dom and I actually got our first tattoos together, and true to form, she spent a week researching artists in the Austin area. We chose Dahlia at Atomic based on her Instagram, which you can check out here: @tattoos.bydahlia. She was very helpful in finalizing the design and even scaled it differently for Dom and I.
When it finally came time, I went first, and as soon as the needle went in, I knew everything was going to be okay. The pain isn’t so bad, at least on the wrist. And just like that, it was like a door had been opened to another world. I knew before she’d even finished the tattoo that I would be getting another, and another, and another.
It took a while before I figured out what my next tattoos were going to be, and by then, I had found a new artist, Megan at Amillion. Check her out here: @meganbijou. She’s done my last two and I can’t recommend her enough. Very patient, very friendly, and she doesn’t mind doing the smaller, simpler tattoos that I prefer.
I can’t wait to get another one. Maybe a roll of toilet paper? [Note: for those reading this in the future, in March of 2020, America was experiencing a toilet paper shortage because we’re stupid.]