The in-progress shots taken by Meryl, Shawn's wife:
The final-product, though a-little-hurty shots taken by the tattoo artist himself:
The wrapped-in-plastic, on-the-road-to-recovery shots taken by my husband at home (where he fed me homemade waffles and orange juice):
Honestly? It didn't hurt all that much. Just felt like those nicks you get from shaving. Over and over and over again. And I realize this area of my body is the most adaptable to this sort of pain, so the gold sticker I might feel I deserve is ridiculous.
For those who are curious, it took six hours and fifteen minutes of sit time.
I'm amazed at the amount of work that went into this tattoo. It really is awfully amazing, isn't it?
And Meryl kept me company the whole time, and we nattered on about poetry and other distracting topics. I need to spend more time with that sweet poetess and her hoosband. Them's good peoples.
Thanks again, Shawn.
I can't wait to see what you're going to do on that letterpress!
PS: I'll post some healed pictures too, promise.
Edit to add: Shawn's post about the one-of-a-kind-tattoo. (He even warned Meryl, when she was oohing over how neat it is: "Don't get any ideas! I'm not doing this again!")