In the salon, trying to relax. I was remembering how bad it hurt the last time. It's kinda like childbirth, that "what am I thinking, doing this again??!!" But by that time, it is too late to bail. She already started.
Getting in there good... Hold still! She had to go over my eyes six times. It took about an hour to do.
Cleaning my eyes and rinsing off with saline. Whew! Finished!
I forgot to tell her to wax my eyebrows this time.
They are pretty bushy.
I want to thank my Mom for snapping the pics.
She even got this one, of all the equipment. You would think she was a scrapbooker. I am sure Karen Foster will be coming out with a "Tattoo" line, and you will all be jealous that I have photos to go with those stickers.
And I especially liked this one. Me in a grimace. And a great cleavage shot of the tattoo artist. To my male readers...you are welcome.
So, now I am puffy, and gritty, and I have to swab my eyes with Vaseline for five days.
I guess I could have saved myself some time, pain and money by going to Wal-mart and picking up a Wet-n-Wild Kohl black pencil for $1.19.