Tea in the morning, tea in the evening, tea at suppertime.
You get tea when it’s snowing, tea when it’s raining, tea when the weather’s fine!
You get tea as a midday stimulant, you get tea with your afternoon tea.
Whatever your ailment or disease – for Christ’s sake, have a cuppa tea!
This past week, I got my first tattoo! (Perhaps my only as well … I don’t deal well with pain, no matter how minimal) It’s something that I’ve been wanting for about ten years, and I was so happy to finally have done it. I struggled for a long time with what to get, because I wanted to get something that meant a lot to me. I mean, this is going to be on my body forever. I’m so glad that I didn’t get that band logo that I really wanted to get in my late teens, though I can’t remember for the life of me what the band was now! Good thing I didn’t get it, eh?
As you know, I’m pretty fond of tea – even named my online alias and my blog after it! So for the past three or four years I’ve been wanting a teacup. When my grandmother passed, more than I ever I wanted to get it, because she was very much like me and loved her tea. It’s as much for me as it is for her.
The fella that inked me (Noah Davis at Newcombes Ink in Halifax) was lovely, and a wonderful artist! Seeing some of his other work, so intricate and beautiful, I felt that his talents were almost wasted on me and my little teacup, but there’s no one that I would have rather had tattoo me. It was a little painful, the inside of your wrist being tender and riddled with tendons, and for a few moments I did feel like I might pass out (my friend Lauren was quick to get me a drink of water), but I think that was more from getting myself worked up than the actual pain. For the record, it feels like a lot of bee stings. Ouchies! And I’m very proud of myself for only swearing a handful of times.
Some people have commented on the placement of my tattoo, and the way it’s facing, because generally tattoos point down, and even Noah put the stencil on the other way at first. But I asked him to turn it around, saying that this was for me, that I wanted to be able to be the one to see it the way it was meant to be seen. I’m so pleased with it! It’s exactly what I wanted, and Noah was fantastic at getting in my head in regards to interpreting the couple of different designs I brought into him and compiling them into one piece.
Did you know that tattoos get really itchy, and that you can’t scratch them? It’s recommended that you slap yourself in that location. So guess who looked like a drug addict in the drugstore the other night because she was slapping her wrist? This gal!