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Myself, in a sentence
If I had to describe myself in a sentence, I guess I would say I’m an all-American girl with some badass tendencies. This past summer, I started working at a Harley-Davidson dealership in northern New Jersey. I had always loved motorcycles: the smells you encounter when you pass by a restaurant on the road, the feel of the wind blowing through my hair, the freedom you feel when it’s just you and the road ahead and how anyone you pass by that’s riding will give you a nod or a little salute. Working at the dealership is where my love turned to obsession. I guess that’s kind of how my obsession with tattoos came to fruition as well. Before I had ever gotten my first tattoo, I always admired people’s artwork and was amazed how a person’s bare skin was a canvas for a tattoo artist. I loved the way that every tattoo tells a story, whether it be good or bad. It’s like a diary for those who are a bit more daring than most. When I finally turned 18 [because I knew damn well my parents were not going to sign off for one before that], I was stoked to get my first tattoo. Since that day, I was spending my rent money on ink. I’m always thinking of new ways to tell my story through what I put on my body.
My favorite tattoo and the story behind it
My favorite tattoo, by far, is my “Irish pride” piece on my left shoulder. I wanted something that commemorated my heritage but wasn’t really feeling the whole Celtic knot approach. So I asked my good friend and artist, Jake Kirk, to come up with something that incorporated sparrows, which are a part of my family’s crest, and the phrase “Eirinn go brach” [Ireland forever, in Gaelic]. The result was something so beautiful; I can’t imagine my body without it. Jake decided to color the sparrows with oranges, greens and white to go along with the theme. I get compliments on it all the time and I just say, “That’s what you get when you have a great artist.”
My first tattoo and the story behind it
My first tattoo was really nothing special; I was just desperate to get something! It’s two flowers with some tribal-like vines that I picked from a flash website on the computer. I’m sure my artist hated that it came from the internet but, hey, I was pretty green to the whole experience at the time. When he put the stencil on, I freaked out. He had drawn the vines all the way up my calf and, for someone who was trying to hide their first tattoo from their mother, it was horrifying. I wasn’t sure if I was ready to commit to something that big. After all was said and done, I loved what I ended up with. When people see it, they always ask what type of flower it is and if it means anything and it’s fun for me to pick a different flower to tell them because honestly, I don’t have a fucking clue what they are!
My next tattoo
I already have my next ten tattoos planned out, but the first I need to get done is a cover-up of this god awful mermaid on my left forearm. I got it at a period of my life I’m not very proud of and although I don’t want to forget the past, I would not like it to be a part of my skin for the rest of my life. I’m planning to get a black sheep with a variation of the phrase, “After all, the wool of a black sheep is just as warm.” It’s kind of ironic because my stepmother is convinced I’m the black sheep of the family and that exact line is used in her favorite movie, The Sound of Music.