VQS 143 Delayed til Monday (read this if you're bored- iZZiE On Tattoos)

Well, I know you're all itching to hear VQS 143 but today was the only day that I could fit my tattoo session into this week, so I'm going to keep you in suspense until Monday and tell you about my tattoos.
For those of you into tattoos, this is an ongoing thing with me. Basically I'm addicted. I get some ink done and then a few months down the line I want the colours changing- or something adding on- (inbetween I get other bits recoloured). Yeah, I know, I'm fickle but I can think of worse things to be addicted to.
Actually 2  years ago I had the half sleeve done- it's a  Japanese flower garden- my own design, inked by Joel Hardy a very talented friend of mine.
It's faded a  bit- and  I said from the outset that I didn't want my tattoos to get washed out and look like they look on old men- bad analogy, I know, but you get the picture.
Also i was bored with the pastel colours and the 'water colour' effect that we'd applied to some of it, and thought it was time to breathe some life into it, make it brighter and more 3D. So that's what we started last week- and so, no doubt it will continue for several more weeks until either I get my life back or Joel gets fed up with listening to me rant on in his ear. (probably I 'll run out of £50s first).

I've promised certain people (several times actually) that 'this is it' and  'no more', but, you know there's always another reason.
After I had the sleeve done, I promised the 'no more' thing- but last August I lost my treasured father (as some of you will remember) and so the gun came out again to have a tribute to him tattooed on my wrist (as an exception to the promise) - his initials, blended with his RAF number, surrounded by forget-me-nots. My friend tells me it looks romantically silver in the light - the sad (but unintentional) irony is that realistically it basically emphasises that we're all just a number at the end of the day. It's not a  place I like tattoos if I'm honest, on the inside of the wrist - but it's a place where I can choose to reflect if and when I want to, and I like that.

There are other inks (of course)- the coloured Japanese dragon lurking at the base of my back like some kind of vaguely sophisticated 'tramp stamp' ; The 'all seeing' black and emerald tribal eye and dying sunflower creeping up the right side of my stomach (which was supposed to emphasis the abs- erghum) and the tiger lilies which start on my right shoulder blade and creep up my shoulder one way and trail right down my spine to the top of the dragon.
Told you I was addicted.
So there you are- my inky lifestory in a slightly deep nutshell.

The photo attached was taken about half an hour ago when the skin was still burning.., but that's gone now and I'm hungry so I'll leave you to the archives til I catch you next week ;)
Get inking.
iZZ x