So on a gorgeous Sunday afternoon @ 1pm - I went in for my tattoo appointment in the East Village with 2 girlfriends, armed with cameras and bubble tea. Least to say, we got weird looks from the crowd that was there - looking very Asian, with our peace signs and persistently giggling & camera-taking.
Alex was my tattoo artist and I presented my idea for his perusal - my late mother's signature. He was big & intimidating with his burly beard and tattooed sleeves but was sweet, gentle and very reassuring and thought my tattoo idea was pretty neat. And in 3 short but painful minutes, my tattoo was actualized. An early happy birthday gift to me and here's to you, Mum. I love & miss you and now you're with me forever. Literally.