Part way there….

Well, my first sitting is done. After only about 2 hours we found ourselves at a good stopping place and Wendy moved on to do some touch up work on Jean.

Initially I was expecting to have the Lindisfarne spiral done first, with the cat as a small add-on. However, when we arrived at HB Tattoo yesterday, Wendy indicated she needed more time to clean up the design, but that the cat was ready to go. So we started backwards πŸ™‚ And BIGGER.

I had thought that the celtic cat would always be a smaller piece just due to the size of the image I found, and that it was a secondary addition to my original idea of the Lindisfarne spiral. I was ecstatic to find that Wendy had been able to not only clean it up immensely, but had enlarged it quite drastically too. Though she had taken a few liberties with the design when enlarging it, she was able to nail the look I wanted.

Here are two pictures of my leg project thus far. More to come after this heals and I can go back for the Lindisfarne spiral to be done….

Sitting 1

Sitting 1 part 2

Let me tell you how much the outlining down across my Achilles hurt. DAMN! But, as you can see, think the minor pain for 2 hours was well worth 70 years of enjoyment……

I can’t wait to heal and go back to complete my idea. More pics will be posted once I have them added to my web-site’s gallery, most likely sometime tomorrow.

15 thoughts on “Part way there….

      1. Are you kidding? I think it is awesome!

        It is just so… so… so BIG! I didn’t realize it would be so big. I just can’t wait for you to pull down your pants to show me the whole thing so I can loudly pronounce how big it is.

        1. Well, if you were coming to our party on the 19th, you’d be able to watch me pull up my kilt to show you…. too bad you won’t be there πŸ˜›

          1. Oh darn. Poor me. I’ll just be spending St. Patty’s day stumbling around the streets of New Orleans. I bet there won’t be anybody wanting to drop their pants there. Poor, poor me.

            1. See… your problem is you are hung up on pants…. you’ll be missing the KILTS. And that, my friend, is entirely different and you know it. πŸ˜›

  1. Bad to the Ass. I’m aching to get a tattoo. For years I’ve wanted a falling angel (a la Led Zeppelin) on my right arm. However, I don’t really want to do it on the spindly, flabby arms that were the products of my genetics and fast-food habits. I really need to start going to the gym so I can realize my dream.

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