just as long as i'm the name on your tattooed heart

hummingbird heartbeat 

i'm definitely one to "get back on the horse" and after tuesday's inky savaging of my side, i was keen to get back into the tattoo studio and make sure i wasn't put off. this time, i let jon scar my thigh which is a lot fleshier than my bony hip. also here's a nice picture of the hummingbird which tore me apart so ruthlessly. it's called "valentine" in honour of my dad - we're both very small, hardy, adaptable and deceitfully "strong". cheers gaz, you're the best.

i'm running out of room for your tattoos

"in the midst of things"

today was tattoo day! a very exciting day, i'm sure you'll agree, and one that comes around all too rarely for me. working in a nursery, you'd think that i'm banned from a lot of bod mod - on the contrary. thanks to a rather laid back (unaware) boss, and a really lovely team of wonderful women (and one exceptional man), i'm basically allowed to run free. it's my fault that i've stretched my ears enough for the kids to rip them out every day but that's half of the fun, right? RIGHT?