Post 565: The comfy tattoo chair made my day.
The tattoo parlour is 15 yards (15 meters for the youngens) and while I’m in the chair I can see the clients of the Wetherspoons as I get scratched all over my arm. I don’t know why I’ve told you that but there you go, a bit of useless information.
I snuck out of the house after the usual ablutions and today had to try and find a T-shirt that wold be flexible enough to roll up and over my shoulder so the “filling in” could be easily reached above the owl and around and about without taking my T-shirt off.
I found a “Crafty Baa” T-shirt that is now a little snug around the belly but it got the required flexibility in the short arms. (The Keswick “Crafty Baa” where many damn fine beers were drunk and even better conversations were had with our besties up north; increasing in knowledgable chatter with every sip of ale, I’ll have you know ha ha)
I got to the car-park and circled it once just in case someone was exiting, but with no luck I turned back out into the little street past the fire station and back of the police station and found a beauty of a street parking space by the Jehovah’s front door. Fabulous, except for the blinking rain falling softly on me as I walked as fast as I could to the parlour only 500 yds/meters away.
It was ten to ten so not open yet but I knocked on the door and surely enough a very smiley Gary opened the door and let me in. I plonked myself down in a new (second hand) deep red two seater chesterfield wondering if I’d ever get out of it, and waited to be called over to the big comfy inking char - just like a Barber’s chair only having extra split sections of leg support under each leg.
Around ten I hauled myself out of the low chesterfield and steadied myself before jumping up into the tan coloured inking chair and got cozy before the T-shirt was rolled over my right shoulder and progress started.
I was going to be in the chair for 3 hours so comfort is key and my seat (my rump) had the little rubber mat that is so soft and I bring with me everywhere for my comfort -if I don’t have it I can’t sit on a hard chair for very long and have to cry of and go home.
The pain I had in my ribs (left-side) and the so sensitive back was barely felt this morning and even after my artist did the whole 3 hours I was still unaffected by any pain.
I payed up and booked another session in a fortnight and said goodbye.
My Darling had walked into the town because I had car so she was in the parlour and could take a few photos of the detail going into this “wildlife sleeve” tattoo but also was able to gaze at a three week old baba. Gary’s daughter brought in her new born and the thoughts of our own grandchild was a huge in our minds. How small this little boy looked -I’ve forgotten how small they are.
The next appears 15 yds/meters away in the Wetherspoons pub to meet a great mate and her newish partner.
We haven’t met for simply ages and after ordering a hearty lunch we we off chattering for a couple of hours by which time they were getting itchy feet like I what an itchy bum (so to speak, ha ha) and left happy and content that we had filled a few gaps in our own worlds that don’t connect quite some much as before. But the future is ours to make and I’m sure we’ll meet up soon for another catch-up.
We headed home driving in the pouring rain and found my Darlings new car to be amazing at getting rid of clouds on the front screen (in seconds) and warmed up up pretty-well immediately too so we were both happy.
We got home and Mr V was at the front door looking hopeful that he was to be let in first, which he obviously was, and I had to wash off my right arm were the new detail has been inked on, so went upstairs stripped off my Crafty Baa T-shirt and cleaned my arm carefully. I still had little pain and as for the ink work I just can’t believe how much detail is on the sleeve. Now the colours are going on I’m getting more excited to see the finished article.
My Little Bro called me twice today for a chat but I ignored his first call because I was in the comfy parlour chair being inked but we caught up later. His eldest is 19 in two days so we shall pop up and see her if it’s possible.
With a few texts from Big Sis who was increasingly worried I hadn’t replied to her about how I was today, so I cleared up that mess (that I created). She will be down on Friday for our usual meet-up which, after she slaps me because of my texting tardiness I’m sure she’ll forgive me, well I do hope so.
So it was a very successful day all round and we have also have a cafe date with some lovely friends we met and befriended through the Volvo club.
This will be a seaside cafe so I wonder what the weather will bring us?
The place we are going is just past our youngest’s home so I wonder if we can catch up with his fiancé and “little -bump” for a cuppa on the way back.
Cross your fingers we get to see her and her plus1.
That just about wraps it up for now. I’m happy that my pains come and go quickly and that’s a big relief. I wonder what the radium will do?
Thank you all for your kind replies, they are always very helpful, thanks.
Take care.
