This is the tattoo she drew and that I paid for. It is a gift for her 17th birthday.
Update 08/10/08: Duh! I forgot to add the journaling:
Since you were about 16 years old, you have been asking me to get a tattoo. You found a design of a pentacle, crescent moon, and I forget what else. I told you to print it out, hang it in your room where you will see it daily for a year. If you still liked it after a year, then I would pay for you to get it when you turned 18. When your 17th birthday was approaching, I told Jim I would get a tattoo for you. On July 17th, I gave you a birthday card and a sketchbook, and a copy of “Flash” magazine, telling you that was only part of your gift. You thanked me, with a puzzled look on your face. I told you I would take you tomorrow for your tattoo. You jumped off the couch, screamed, hugged me and nearly knocked me over! The next morning (you stayed overnight) we got up and went to Body Revolution on Lorain Ave for your tattoo. You took your sketchbook with your drawing of Bast, the Egyptian cat Goddess. Ryan, the artist who would do your tattoo, flipped the design around and drew it on the stencil paper as you had drawn it in your sketchbook. You were nervous, as your leg and arm were twitching. Ryan said that was okay, as long as you didn't kick him. (I wish I would have taken a photo of you and Ryan for this page.) Like I had told you, you said the outline hurt most, and the fill-in was more annoying than anything else. I don't know how long it took but in the end you no longer had virgin skin, you have a beautiful tattoo, and already you wanted another one! Tattoos are like potato chips….you can't have just one. J Any more are being bought by you. Happy Birthday, Punkin! (Wait…you can get a pumpkin with your name on it…..)