Welcome to Tatt Tuesday, the first in a multi-part series of posts detailing my tattoos! A lot of people don’t realize I have tattoos when they first meet me, because I’ve managed to hide most of them pretty well. Rather than do the weird thing when people ask about them (ripping off the majority of my clothes), now they can just come look at Tatt Tuesday!
We’ll kick this off this week with my first tattoo: a pair of swallows on my lower back. (I’ve been told that this qualifies as a “lower back tattoo” and not a tramp stamp.) I’ve always been super interested in tattoos, and I’m reasonably certain that I was 14 years old when I first told my mom that I was going to get a swallow tattoo as soon as I turned 18.
While I actually waited until I was 19 to get it, those five years of telling my mom that it would happen one day managed to pay off: my mom wasn’t that mad when she saw it – or if she was, she managed to hide it well.
My tattoo was done by Samuel Parker, whom I met while at Kennesaw State University. I was working for the student magazine, and he worked across the hall for the art magazine. He’s an amazing tattoo artist and painter, and was very gracious about having to be near my ass for that long.
Here’s where things get tricky: I just tried to take a picture of it, and it’s incredibly hard to not be completely mooning the camera while also showing what the hell this tattoo looks like. You’re going to have to be happy with this slightly grainy photo and trust me that there are two of them gazing happily at each other across my butt crack. Lucky for you dudes, I have better pictures of the rest of my ink.