Crossed off my bucket list: Tattoo!

Last Saturday I made an appointment at Bootlegger Tattoo in nearby Odessa.  My oldest grandson (who, by the way, was dead-set against Grandma getting a tattoo) told me about the place, saying that he had lots of friends who went there and none of them were unhappy with their work.  

I stole this off the Bootlegger website

Logan was the artist who did the work.  When I told him my age and that it was my first ever tattoo, I think he was a little apprehensive.  "This is pretty extensive for a first tattoo," he said.  
I didn't give him any trouble, though.  Cliff watched the whole procedure, and he would be the first to tell you that the guy really is an artist.  
Cliff wasn't crazy about me doing this, but he said, "I know when you get something in your head, nobody is going to stop you."  
Since he was so nice about it, I let him choose where the tattoo would be placed on my body.  

This is how it started.  

Cliff thought it looked good enough like this.  Of course, it was barely started at this point.  The fill-in was what took time.  

This was taken over halfway through the procedure.  

And this is near the end.  


After it's healed and the red is gone, I will show you a picture of the completed masterpiece.


Did it hurt?  It was more of a burning sensation, but after the first five minutes or so, I got used to it and conversed with Cliff and Logan as the work progressed.  I will admit that the last half-hour, I was really wanting it to be done.    


P.S.  Cliff was, of course, the photographer.  What a great guy!  No wonder I have his name on my shoulder.