A best friend and I cemented our sisterhood with matching tattoos.  Being a neurotic obsessive about design, my body art, and everything in general, I created a Powerpoint presentation for the tattoo artist.

I’ve done this for my usual Portland artist, the fantastic Brian Wilson at Scapegoat, and it’s been absolutely perfect.  However, this was Seattle, and a new shop/ artist/ scenario.  My sisterfriend in body modification laughed for about twenty minutes as I showed her my Powerpoint.  What?!  I needed to express a concept.

Anyway, we agreed that the Powerpoint was go, and we took it to a shop in Seattle’s Belltown to get our work done.  For some reason, things did not run as smoothly as you’d expect.

Pretty straightforward, right?  After some discussion at the tattoo shop, we decided that, in the interest of time, the two girls would become one girl.  The artist asked for an hour to draw, and we went to get lunch.  Post-lunch, the artist was still working.  After two and a half hours, we got the big reveal:

ha.  ha.  ha.

no.

I looked at my friend.  She looked at me.

“What do you think?”  asked our artist.

Diplomacy failed me.  I ransacked my brain for a way to say, “This is not what we described and how did it take you, as a professional, nearly three hours to fail at a drawing based on an artist who mainly traced his images?”

Girlfriend saved me.  “I think you should draw it,” was all she said to me.  The guys at the shop laughed.

“You would have to draw it in like, twenty minutes, for me to get it done today.”  Wow.  Okay.  Not a problem.  I grabbed a pencil and some tracing paper.  Five minutes later:

A little cleanup, and we have new tattoos and a ridiculous story:

ha.  ha.  ha.