Can't actually say that swallows are of any great significance to me. I'm not one of those people who has some great meaning behind all their tattoos. In fact I get sick of those people who rave on saying that your tattoos should have meaning. They should mean something to you. They should represent whatever was happening at your life at the time. They should mark some important milestone. What mine mean to me is that I liked whatever it was so I got it.
So I liked the swallow. I did research them after I decided I liked them. They were big with sailors. After they'd sailed 5000 miles they'd get a swallow tattoo. After 10,000 they'd get another swallow. Because sailing was a dangerous caper back then so it was a milestone to survive that long. They also believed that if they died a swallow would help get them to heaven safely. So thats nice.
Anyway I took my grungy old ladybird off to Renae and she got to work.
OUCH. I don't remember it being that painful. I'm really getting soft. Once upon a time I pierced my own ear seven times using a sleeper. These days if I leave an earring out too long and the back hole closes over I'm too soft to even push it through again.
But anyway, yeah – actually its not so much the pain that gets me its the vibrating that you feel internally thats a bit yuk. And the sort of tearing feeling. And the pain.
This was when I was saying – really, did I really say I wanted two?
So it'll be a good little job done that I've been meaning to do for years. Here we have before and after.
The one on the right arm is much brighter and prettier. Because it doesn't have a great black blob sitting underneath it.
A little pair of swallows. Obviously I've sailed 10,000 miles. Seems like much further some days. Don't worry about those little feet hanging out of my cardigan sleeve. Oh, and the swallows are even, I just have my arms not even.