This is my contribution to this week's edition of Memories on Mondays...
When my husband was fifteen he tattooed a "J", his initial, on his forearm. It was a home-done effort and not something he was terribly proud of in later years as a grown man. When I met him he'd been carrying around an illustration of this eagle - his dream cover up tattoo - in his billfold for a long time. He's very patriotic so the design suited him perfectly.
I decided that having it done would make the perfect Valentine gift. We checked out several of the tat shops in town, looked at some of their work, and decided on the place we felt did the most professional work, and ran the cleanest shop.
Watching the tattoo in progress that Saturday afternoon in February remains a fun memory for us both, since this was my husband's first real tattoo experience, while I have several tats of my own and knew what to expect. We laughed and visited while the artist worked, and we were both so very pleased with the end result and the way he translated the small illustration into a vivid forearm-sized work of art. As you can see, the eagle appears to be tearing its way out of his forearm.
The crude J tattoo is visible no more, and the eagle has become my husband's badge of honor. Three years later the image remains sharp and the colors have stayed amazingly bright. Literally dozens of people from the guys at his lodge, to customers that come into his store, to teen girls working the counter at fast-food places, have noticed it and commented on how great it looks. There is nothing more fun than having someone admire your tat!
I love it, and he loves it even more! I tell him that now that I have had him permanently branded in ink, he is mine for keeps. He doesn't have a problem with that. :-)
Why don't you share one of your own memories with us? Post it to your blog, then stop over at Memories on Mondays and add a link so we can all enjoy it! It doesn't have to be done on Monday, anytime during the week is fine.