Welcome to the first ever Tattoo Tuesday! I've decided to go in the order I got my tats in as that seems as best way as any. Helps me to keep track anyway!

I got this tattoo when I was 18 but I'd been busting to get it since I was 13. Seems young maybe, but when I was 13 years old I KNEW I wanted this tattoo. I hadn't quite decided where, but I knew I was going to get it. As soon as I was old enough. I love cherries. Anything to do with them. Real cherries, fake cherries, cherry coloured, cherry flavoured, cherry scented, cherry shaped. If it has anything to do with cherries, you can bet I want it.


I booked in with a reputable tattoo parlour in the city and excitedly spent the next few days telling anyone that would listen that I was going to get a tattoo. Finally. When I got there on the day, the guy at the front stared at me with a blank look on his face - apparently they had "no booking" for me. So the half an hour I spent on the phone with the guy a few days before...nothing?

DAMN! Still, I was determined to get it done. And on that day. Afterall, I'd just been telling everyone about it. Didn't want to look like a loser and I'd caught the bus all the way into the city. So after wandering around for about an hour I found a decent and clean looking studio. Busy enough to be trustworthy but not too busy to fit me in. AWESOME.

Small and straightforward, the tattoo would be easy and wouldn't take too long. The artist got himself set up and started tattooing, the pain wasn't as bad as I had expected. In fact, it didn't really hurt at all. More like an irritating gravel rash.

Laying on the table I was eager to see the finished result. Then the owner, a barely tattooed middle aged creep, came over and decided to sleaze on me while I'm laying there getting tattooed. Asking me if I work at hooters. Telling me to let him know if I ever do get a job there. Sure thing douchebag. NOT. Whatever, it added to the overall first tattoo experience I guess.

And then it was done. And I loved it! And it felt sexy. This thing. Etched into my skin. Forever. Hidden beneath folds of clothes...waiting to be discovered.

And there began my addiction...