Tats and Bars
Went with sister H to the Stockholm Inkbash fair, a tattoo convention where you can get tattoos, piercings, strange jewellery and hang in the bar drinking beer and gawking at people who are using their whole bodies as canvasses and have metal pins or bones stuck in every possible (and impossible) place. Sister H had a dragon tattoo made on her back. I had some bright blue strands put into my hair while I was waiting. I really shouldn’t be left alone in those places. I was going to do a kanji tattoo on my other ankle (I've got dragon on my right ankle and wanted tiger on the left, the symbols for yin and yang.) The tattoo parlour didn’t have any books with kanjis in them, so I went to the Japanese artist's booth, where they hardly spoke any English, but since I remembered what tiger was called in Japanese the girl in the booth corrected my pronunciation and wrote it out for me. I was going to go back the next day and do mine, but I changed my mind. At least I bought baby socks with skulls on them for my goddaughter. Hope her mum lets her wear them.
Sister H gets her tongue pierced (as well as a labret). This didn't happen at the fair, it was a couple of weeks ago. Check out the impressive flesh tunnels in the piercer's ears.
This is the thing all mothers fear. I haven’t met one yet who doesn’t scream and tell me how awful it is. But I like my labret. At the fair I bought a crystal and a jade pearl to wear when I want to be really fancy.
H's pretty dragon tattoo.
