The Garden Under My Skin

Sometimes I get pretty excited about pieces that I churn out.

A couple of weeks ago, my husband and I went to get some new ink. I'm going to be that mother at PTA meetings that all of the other mothers talk behind their hands about. Well, I can still make brownies, bitches, having a big descending swallow on my back isn't going to change that. At any rate, I added a new flower tattoo on my ankle in the shape of a traditional cherry blossom with some added scrolly bits and leaves thrown into the bargain.

Since making a bird pendant earlier in the week, I felt like going for another big, bold shape and thought my tat would be a great pattern to work from.

My daughter obliged with a long-ish nap this afternoon allowing me to get the whole piece almost entirely finished except for the polishing, which, unfortunately, I have to complete in my in-law's garage so that I don't splatter the walls of our first floor flat with incredibly stain-y polishing rouge. It turned out so lovely and shiny, I was tickled as pink as the coral bead.

Check it out here.