Let's Talk Tats, Part Deux

I have been preparing myself to change my last name. Sometimes I think its no big deal and other times I struggle with becoming 'my new name'. Its a lot of "N"s-- 5 to be exact. I have practiced writing my new name (much like I did when I was in 6th grade with my crush's name), and haven't got it down to a science just yet. I miss making the capital "H"of my current name.

So as we sat at the pool yesterday for Bridesmaid Amy's birthday and Ryan was preparing to start his latest chest piece, I starting drawing Hs on our pizza box, and it hit me-- I would get my capital H, in my own handwriting, as a way to keep that part of myself.

At the shop the artist told me that actually my H was quite hard to tattoo. With such distinctive lines and curves, he said it would be like a final exam if one was a student of tattoo art. I didn't want much embellishment, I know my tattoo style is "less is more". You may recall my wrist tattoo botch-up.  I was rEEEEEally happy with the result. 

Lets Talk Tats...

I have tattoos. Seven tattoos. My first one was inked here on Guam ten years ago and rests on my lower back. Its your typical "tramp stamp" as my Mom fondly calls it, as its a magnolia bloom with the sign of the Pisces in the middle. Easily hide-able.

Number 2 is a small purple Hershey's Kiss in the nook of my hip (cover-able by a simple bikini bottom), that was inked in Buenos Aires.

Number 3 sits on my ankle and is the Latte Stone, the same little shape that is on our Save the Dates.

Its numbers 4-6 that we are discussing today, as they are much more visible and their display is questionable for the BIG SHOW.