Inked.

So I tweeted yesterday that I was visiting a tattoo artist with Doc C, which was a subtle clue that I would be getting inked.

I've thought about getting a tattoo before, but never did for various reasons.  Yesterday?  I don't know, it was just different.

I wanted to get an old fashioned key on my wrist, and I knew I wanted it to look like a Victorian illustration.  Annoyingly I have a book of nature sketches at my Mum's place that I knew had the perfect type of illustrations, albeit of completely the wrong subject matter, so I was looking for something like that in all of the local bookshops.  Which of course meant I could not find a picture like that to save my life.  I found a couple of kind of, sort of, close to images on-line and off we went.

When we got there, we were introduced to Bill, our tattoo artist, who was lovely.  He had tattoos of his bikes, as well as lot of others, so he and Doc clicked immediately.  Doc wanted the suits of cards, and pulled out a deck with exactly what he wanted on.  Easy.  Then I explained what I wanted, so Bill thought for a minute and went into his studio for a reference book for me to look at.  It was the architectural equivalent of my nature book, by the same press and everything, and that's when I knew for certain I was going to be in good hands.

 It came out quite well I think.