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Wull hullo flist, long time no chat.
Spike is back! He's currently helping himself to the food in the cat's hopper. I've been worried about him, haven't seen him for months. I was kind of hoping he'd gone home and got neutered, buuut...*glances under his tail*... nuh-uh.
*Chuckle* He's no longer the pretty, slender kitty he was last autumn - he's filling out into a right bruiser! Got tomcat cheeks and a bull neck. If he's going to start lurking around again I'm very tempted to stuff him in a cat basket and get him neutered myself.
Anyway, what was I going to say before grubby white cat distracted me?
Oh yeah.
I finally quit procrastinating and used my tattoo kit on myself. Argh! My goodness, I'd forgotten how addictive the sting of the needle is. And it's all very unnerving setting up your machines by yourself without having anyone handy to ask, or check with, or just crow to when you get it right. Still. I began to re-work the first tattoo I ever did, which is a very crappy rose-and-tribal design.
You haven't seen it, have you?
Not bloody likely to, either.
So the re-blacking went very well, and much to my own relief I haven't totally lost what little skill I managed to accrue before being so unceremoniously ditched from the studio. This makes me happy.
However, I have had to order more grommets and elastic bands because I HATE the grommets that came with the machines. They should arrive tomorrow, so hopefully most evenings I'll be happily mutilating myself until I've regained enough confidence to begin mutilating others.
Oli sent Slay a text saying that I wasn't going to get out of the flat next time until he had new ink. Oo-er. Now there's a challenge, right?
So I'm feeling pretty cheerful, which is a relief - the last month has been very crappy, mood-wise. Which means I missed out on the start of Biffno because I was in a state of hating myself and convinced I couldn't do it, but by not taking part that's one extra pressure relieved. Swings and roundabouts.
But pootling over to my sisters house this afternoon (she is Big With Child; she's due to drop their third on the 16th of this month, and thus I've been round a few times to help her out with changing the vivs for the kid's corn snakes) and listening to Blind Guardian sparked a few ideas. They glimmered and went out, but I may even finish a certain story in which an hourglass features rather heavily.
Nice to be having ideas again, even if they don't come to anything!
That's why I haven't been online much - I dislike inflicting myself on others when I'm down in the dumps, and I have a buttload of tatt designs to work on. So I've been curling up on the sofa with pencil, pens and eraser, sinking myself into a world of line and shade and wondering how it's all going to fit, anatomically. It's kept me out of the medicine cupboard, and that's the important thing.
So I apologise if I've missed any major crises... I've discovered that catching up even after a mere 24 hours is almost impossible, so a lot of skimming has been going on!
Work is good, except that Chris has taken on a sub-adult male green iguana that hates me. So my arms are loaded with scratches and it wallops me with its tail every time I go in the back room, which I am not entirely happy with. Damn thing. Typical ig, although not as psychotic as most. Fine with him; he wants to use it for taking out on visits and on handling days at various parks and events he does during the year.
Which is great, as long as I DON'T HAVE TO LOOK AFTER THE BLOODY THING.
We may have Words about it tomorrow. Heh.
So that's it from me. Dull, huh?
Spike is back! He's currently helping himself to the food in the cat's hopper. I've been worried about him, haven't seen him for months. I was kind of hoping he'd gone home and got neutered, buuut...*glances under his tail*... nuh-uh.
*Chuckle* He's no longer the pretty, slender kitty he was last autumn - he's filling out into a right bruiser! Got tomcat cheeks and a bull neck. If he's going to start lurking around again I'm very tempted to stuff him in a cat basket and get him neutered myself.
Anyway, what was I going to say before grubby white cat distracted me?
Oh yeah.
I finally quit procrastinating and used my tattoo kit on myself. Argh! My goodness, I'd forgotten how addictive the sting of the needle is. And it's all very unnerving setting up your machines by yourself without having anyone handy to ask, or check with, or just crow to when you get it right. Still. I began to re-work the first tattoo I ever did, which is a very crappy rose-and-tribal design.
You haven't seen it, have you?
Not bloody likely to, either.
So the re-blacking went very well, and much to my own relief I haven't totally lost what little skill I managed to accrue before being so unceremoniously ditched from the studio. This makes me happy.
However, I have had to order more grommets and elastic bands because I HATE the grommets that came with the machines. They should arrive tomorrow, so hopefully most evenings I'll be happily mutilating myself until I've regained enough confidence to begin mutilating others.
Oli sent Slay a text saying that I wasn't going to get out of the flat next time until he had new ink. Oo-er. Now there's a challenge, right?
So I'm feeling pretty cheerful, which is a relief - the last month has been very crappy, mood-wise. Which means I missed out on the start of Biffno because I was in a state of hating myself and convinced I couldn't do it, but by not taking part that's one extra pressure relieved. Swings and roundabouts.
But pootling over to my sisters house this afternoon (she is Big With Child; she's due to drop their third on the 16th of this month, and thus I've been round a few times to help her out with changing the vivs for the kid's corn snakes) and listening to Blind Guardian sparked a few ideas. They glimmered and went out, but I may even finish a certain story in which an hourglass features rather heavily.
Nice to be having ideas again, even if they don't come to anything!
That's why I haven't been online much - I dislike inflicting myself on others when I'm down in the dumps, and I have a buttload of tatt designs to work on. So I've been curling up on the sofa with pencil, pens and eraser, sinking myself into a world of line and shade and wondering how it's all going to fit, anatomically. It's kept me out of the medicine cupboard, and that's the important thing.
So I apologise if I've missed any major crises... I've discovered that catching up even after a mere 24 hours is almost impossible, so a lot of skimming has been going on!
Work is good, except that Chris has taken on a sub-adult male green iguana that hates me. So my arms are loaded with scratches and it wallops me with its tail every time I go in the back room, which I am not entirely happy with. Damn thing. Typical ig, although not as psychotic as most. Fine with him; he wants to use it for taking out on visits and on handling days at various parks and events he does during the year.
Which is great, as long as I DON'T HAVE TO LOOK AFTER THE BLOODY THING.
We may have Words about it tomorrow. Heh.
So that's it from me. Dull, huh?
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They glimmered and went out, but I may even finish a certain story in which an hourglass features rather heavily.
I know you can't see it but I have a huge friggin' grin on my face right now ;)
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Anyhow - keep us up to date on the progress of tattoo-ventures. Don't suppose you do ships do you? ;-)
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And all of my fur/feather/hoofkids say HELLO! too :)