Much ado about nothing is a series of blog posts about me and my eventualities.
“Let me be that I am and seek not to alter me.”
- William Shakespeare
It was oh some years back in my early 30's (cringe) and I hasten to add, way back when the idea of doing before thinking made you seem kind of cool and rebellious. Not that I was looking to be labelled with either characteristic.
It wasn't planned or anything but curiosity got the better of me. For years I dithered around the idea, where would I have it? What would I have? As with all things there's always a 'trend' lifespan and tattoos are no different, what’s cool and the particularly cool place to be inked. I chose my henna tattoo whilst holidaying in Turkey, it had no meaning to me whatsoever but at this stage I hadn’t envisaged having it inked for real. My choice was a symmetrical pattern, its ultimate destination being the small part of the lower back for a woman just above her boot-e! This had been my first consideration but the fashioning of this particular area had run its course and now tats placed here had a altogether entirely different meaning and not something any woman would want to be associated with. So instead I chose the outer side of my right foot a-ha! triumphant that I had chosen a spot of 'originality' a place where no other tattoo had been inked before (none that I had seen anyhow...to date).
As the holiday drew closer to its end so did my henna tattoo, the sun and sea having taken its toll saw the henna starting to fade, much to my disappointment. There was only one thing for it right? (light bulb moment) to have it inked, for real... and so I did. Hindsight! what they say is true you know, it really is a Bitch! I probably should have done many things, waited till I had chosen something that was personal to me, waited till I was home in the UK where the language barrier wasn't an issue, waited and waited and probably waited some more for a thousand other reasons... shoulda, woulda, coulda.
So back at the Tattoo Parlour the guy asks (in very broken English) 'you want me to make better?' My first reaction was to assume that he was going to radically change the tattoo that I had grown to love and make it look like something entirely different. In hindsight however (there it is again!) I assume now that he was just going to tattoo in where the henna had faded. Still, in my state of panic and neuroticism I decided against any 'make betters' and went with 'as is'. And so back to England I flew, proudly sporting my new, incomplete tattoo!
If that wasn’t bad enough, no more than 2 years later in Spain this time, again unplanned, I happened upon a Tattoo Parlour as I navigated the streets of the Costa Del Sol. A really nice guy who I was convinced with his lovely demeanour thus being 'a sign' could make my tattoo look better than it did and reignite my love for it. He did his best in all fairness, but inevitably the only way to make this tattoo of a now distastorous blotch of ink symbolising the appearance of barbed wire was to have it removed permanently.
Fast forward 5 years and 5 minutes of pain later, that can only be described as having someone shoot scorching pellets at your foot, one swollen blistered foot (pictured top) now seriously interfering with your 'January Get Fit' regime, showering on one leg sporting an attractive makeshift shower cap a la foot and your bank balance £150 lighter. Now, its a waiting game 3 months in fact to see the results of my first session and potentially a few more sessions to book. But I'm confident that the results will be worth it.
With all that said and done if you are seriously considering tattoo removal I can highly recommend Wayne and the lovely Sigourney at The Circle in Soho, London. They use the latest in tattoo removing laser technology by Picosure.
It hasn’t put me off though (queue heavy sighs and eye rolls!) I'm already back on Pinterest looking for its replacement ;)