I’m currently sitting in Lucky 13, a tattoo (and piercing) place up in Mooresville.

Where I just finished getting my first tattoo, a live oak tree, complete with Spanish moss.

Here it is in the final stretch of shading:

My partly-done tattoo.

Plenty of the more subtle shading won’t show until it heals, which should take a couple of weeks.

It hurt a lot more than I expected, particularly the outlining. I was expecting all the pain to be like the manageable rawness of the shading, but ended up taking three breaks due to light-headedness.

By the end of the 3 hours, I hadn’t shed any tears, but I was past ready to be done. That said, I’m totally glad I did it. I loved the tattoo artist and her style, and had fun kinda-sorta hanging out with Deana and Greg (around all the wincing).

Now Deana’s in the chair, getting a Captain America-style pin-up girl on her thigh:

Stenciling for Deana's tattoo.

Two or three more hours, this time watching.

8 thoughts on “Tattoooo!”

  1. Pawley’s Island is wonderful. I spent some summers there in a house with a pier out into the marsh, where we could catch live crab (and then eat it for dinner). We also saw live dolphins regularly there. I love it, too! My favorite live oaks are in Southport (you can take the ferry over from Wilmington) at a cemetery.

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