tattoos

Mine

by Sal on December 16, 2009 · 45 comments


“Who are you dressing to please?” is a question that gets tossed around a lot. Many proclaim that they dress for themselves and themselves ONLY. Some sheepishly admit to dressing to attract the attention of potential romantic partners. An even smaller group fesses up to dressing competitively with other women.

But to state that you dress for a single audience or purpose is likely an oversimplification. For most of us, I think it’s a mix … and a mix that can be hard to decipher. Are we drawn to certain items because they please us on some inherent level? Or because we know that wearing them will make our sisters and coworkers just a tad envious? Or because we believe they’ll make us appear sultry and sensual and utterly kissable? It could be any, some, none, or all of these things.

Yet there are certain aspects of our appearance-centric choices that can remain more pure. We may buy lingerie solely for the purpose of partner-pleasing. We may buy green garments because we know our moms like to see us in green. We may buy oversized sweats so that Sunday mornings with the cat and the newspaper are fugly but comfy.

I will freely admit to dressing for others. Now just to be clear, I buy stuff I love and I never buy stuff I DON’T love, so my wants/likes loom large in the mix. But I like looking good, I like getting compliments, I like wearing stuff that strikes up conversations with strangers about clothing and shoes and accessories. (Mostly so I can tell anyone who likes what I’m wearing exactly where to go to get one for themselves. What’s the fun of getting a compliment if you can’t share that shopping joy?)

I will even go so far as to say that I work out – at least in part – for others. I mean, I’ve finally reached a point where I enjoy exercise, feel better when I’ve gotten it regularly, and challenge myself constantly to become more athletic. But I work out for my doctor, who tells me that I need to stay fit for multitudinous reasons. I work out for the approving glances that my well-toned calves earn me. I work out for bragging rights about freeweights and push-ups, intervals and biking distances.

But my tattoos are mine. They are, in many ways, the single aspect of my appearance that deflect all outside input. I don’t give a shit if you hate my tattoos, or if you think I’m foolish for doing something so permanent to my body. I don’t care if you know what they mean to me. I got four tattoos without even asking anyone’s opinion on the designs. And when I consulted HM on the red crown on the back of my neck he thought it was too big. I got it as big as I wanted anyway. But it wasn’t about rebellion, it was about what I knew I wanted, regardless of anyone else’s opinions.

Most of us dress for multiple audiences, but many of us also have some aspect of appearance that is ours alone. What’s yours?

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Reader Request: My Ink

by Sal on October 4, 2009 · 36 comments

I had a reader request some backstory on my various tattoos in a comment … I can’t find the comment, so my apologies dear reader! Please give a shout so we’ll know who you are.

Now, if you’re interested in my views on stylish tattoos, check out this older post. And here‘s a discussion of when I and my readers think it’s appropriate to consider new ink. But if you’re interested in how I chose my five tattoos, why I got them, and what they mean to me, read on!

By the time I was a senior in high school, I knew I’d eventually have at least one tattoo. But I thought about it for a damn long time, and it wasn’t until I was 23 that I took the plunge.


SYMBOL: This simple blue crescent was my first. I got it in San Francisco about two weeks before I moved back to the Midwest. The symbol itself is from The Mists of Avalon, a book that influenced me philosophically, spiritually, and as a writer. The priestesses of Avalon had sideways-set blue crescents tattooed on their foreheads. I have mine on my right shoulder, the shoulder of my dominant hand.

MOTIVATION: I got this tattoo as a seal on a really horrible time in my life. I was miserable in San Francisco, and embroiled in a miserable relationship. This symbol and the act of getting it tattooed on my back both served as reminders of my strength and independence.

STUDIO: Sacred Rose Tattoo

TIME AND COST: This tattoo took about 20 minutes and cost me a whopping $50.

I moved to Minneapolis in 2000, and after about six months, felt ready to get another tattoo. Another symbol that is deeply, personally, and spiritually significant to me.


SYMBOL: This is a North American badger, my totem animal. I identify with badgers as earth-based animals (I am a double Capricorn with Taurus rising, and very, very strong in all things earthy), loyal and protective creatures, and physical manifestations of the phrase “small but mighty.” Badgers are all about self-preservation, defense of what is theirs, and standing up for themselves when confronted. Badgers are surprisingly fast and agile, defying their chunky, awkward bodies. I love ‘em.

MOTIVATION: I got this piece because I felt like I had finally become self-sufficient, self-aware, and adult. I wanted to commemorate that subtle rite of passage, and felt that an image of my own totem was the perfect way to do so.

STUDIO: Some random joint a block from my old apartment that was closed within the year

TIME AND COST: This tattoo took about 4 hours and cost me $350. Placement is on my lower back, on the left to balance out the moon on the upper right:


Another couple of years passed, and I knew I wanted my third. At this point, I had met but not married Husband Mike.


SYMBOL: I drew this symbol in pastel within weeks of moving to Minneapolis, sitting in my little studio apartment in Uptown, dreaming about my future. It hung on my wall for years, and a few months after I started dating HM, I made an appointment to get it inked onto my right calf. Unfortunately, the person who did the work really effed it up, and the green crescent looked like an unripe banana and the whole thing was disproportionate and dorky-looking.

MOTIVATION: I left it in unripe-banana state for years, unsure how to fix it. And although I had always felt that the symbol itself represented new growth, the process of getting it fixed cemented its entire meaning.

I talked with Doug Hardy at the Ink Lab in Uptown, and just told him I wanted it “fixed.” We talked about adding some more scrolly vines, and he said he’d make sketches. I came in for my appointment and he’d left his sketches at home … so he just drew freehand all over my leg and went to town. And it was PERFECT. Collaboration and trust, the value of revision, allowing myself to rely on others for input and help … these are the things this piece symbolizes to me now. All part of growth, but a little more complex and rich.


STUDIO: Don’t remember the initial studio … it was at Lake and Lyndale in Uptown. Touch-up and renovation by Doug Hardy at the Ink Lab

TIME AND COST: The first round was two sittings of about an hour and a half each, but only cost $125. Second round was one sitting of about two hours and cost $200.

Up to this point, all of my tattoos were acquired to commemorate events, changes, things that had ended. Over the past year, I decided I wanted some pieces that would serve as gates to new avenues, symbols of what’s to come instead of what had already passed.


SYMBOL: This is a compass star. Earth is my element, and north is my direction, so a compass resonated with me. It’s as simple as that! I created this design using stock art and Photoshop, and collaborated with the artist on the final touches.

MOTIVATION: I felt that I was entering a phase of life in which I needed guidance. What better for guidance than a compass? What better place for a compass than on your foot, which moves you from place to place?

STUDIO: Jon Sweet at Uptown Tattoo. I cannot recommend Jon enough. He is kind, smart, funny, talented, and equally passionate about tattooing and fishing. That man loves to fish.

TIME AND COST: This piece took about 40 minutes and cost $65.

And because I have a weird thing about odd numbers and balance, I knew I needed a fifth.


SYMBOL:
My legal name is Sarah, which roughly translates to “princess” in Hebrew. (I am half Jewish.) For years and years, I HATED that, feeling like my very name was linked with tutus and Disney and all things pink and foofy and over-the-top girly. But within the past 7 or 8 years, I have found myself wanting to embrace my inner princess – allow my inner woman, strong and decisive, to emerge and flourish. And the crown became the symbol of this change. Hence my crown ring, and 15 billion crown necklaces, shirts, and paraphernalia. It is red because red is my favorite color, and has been since birth.

MOTIVATION: This piece is also a part of my “opening doors” idea, and since it is linked to my name I feel the tattoo is linked to my acceptance of my whole self.

STUDIO: Cecelia at Warlock Tattoo. Cecelia is pictured in the first photo up top, working her magic on my neck.

TIME AND COST: This piece took about an hour and a half, and cost $125

Thanks for allowing me this self-indulgent little post! Hope I didn’t bore yas with too many details. In case you’re curious, I have no immediate plans for more tattoos, but am not closed to the idea should more symbols and associated events present themselves.

And yes, my mom was utterly APPALLED when I got my first. And second. And third. I’m actually not sure she noticed the fourth and fifth. Maybe she’s just developed tattoo immunity …

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SF Recap: The Story

by Sal on April 14, 2009 · 43 comments

Well, friends, I don’t want to move back to SF. And I did have a moment – walking up Market towards the Castro Safeway, looking out over the house-dotted hills with the radio tower and the rolling clouds – where my heart squoze in panic and my brain shouted, “Get OUT! You don’t belong here!”

I got over it. But not so much that I want to move back. Despite having a truly lovely time on the trip, of course.

So here’s a rundown of what we did. Only have photos of select activities, so you’ll have to use your imagination on the rest.

We arrived Wednesday evening and had a delicious dinner at Burgermeister – an old fave of mine – in the Castro. Audi and her superawesome boyfriend, Mark, gave us a quick walking tour of the Castro and Lower Haight and then we crashed.

Thursday, we took the F down to the Ferry Building, which is full of quaint little upscale grocers and shops. This was the first non-ban day, and I’ll admit to buying two necklaces in about 10 minutes at the little street vendors on the plaza … but that was all I bought that day, I swear.

We had an AMAZING lunch at The Slanted Door, a restaurant I’d never had the chance to try while living in SF. Can’t recommend that place enough – especially now that they’ve relocated to the Ferry Building and you can chow down on Vietnamese spring rolls while gazing at the Bay Bridge.

After lunch we walked up Market toward Union Square, and spent the afternoon strolling around that bustling area. I introduced Husband Mike to the wonderful worlds of Paul Smith and John Varvatos. The Varvatos store is filled with limited edition photos of the Stones, the Dead, Springsteen, Dylan and just about every other beloved rocker you can think of … so that appealed to my photographer husband just about as much as the amazing duds.

We headed back up Market to the Castro, but hadn’t gotten too far before it was time to head back toward the Mission for my tattoo appointment.


I had booked time with Audi’s artist, Cecelia, at Warlock Tattoo many months in advance. My simple design was likely quite boring to a total master such as she. Seriously, check out Audi’s work sometime … it’s breathtaking.


We had walked for about 8 hours that day and I’m ashamed to admit that I packed THE WRONG SHOES. My slight wedges turned out to be devices of torture. So when Cecelia got going on me, even though my neck is a fairly sensitive area, all I could think was, “I am SO GLAD to be lying down! Do whatever you want to my neck, just don’t make me get up from this massage table.”


That’s the fresh ink thar. Bright red neck and all. Why a crown, you ask? Read about my deep-seated personal attachment to this symbol here.

Friday was shopping day, and our first stop was the big Goodwill downtown. I scored a bale of wonderful stuff, which I’ll show yas tomorrow, but we only got one photo of the experience. I’m trying on a wrap dress that didn’t quite fit.


Then we hit the Haight, my old ‘hood. A close friend had driven up from L.A. the night before and we had planned to meet up Friday evening … but while we lunched with Audi and Mark, he walked right in. I mean really, what are the odds? So he and his girlfriend shopped with us for much of the afternoon. How fun!


I’d had my eye on those Fluevog Bills for months, and the fact that they were flat-soled and my wedges were about to kill me, sealed the deal. I just adore them, even though I may only get one more wearing out of them until fall.


Husband Mike hit Amoeba Music – a mere half-block from my old apartment, and a store that I was once unable to enter without dropping at LEAST $80 on CDs – while Audi and I hit more clothing stores. My favorite? Held Over, a vintage emporium that was a bit out of my price range nine years back but yielded my favorite purchase of the trip.

We had an indescribably delicious dinner at Home (that’s the name of the restaurant) that night. Pot roast, mac and cheese, cornbread … it’s a comfort food lover’s heaven.


Saturday we hit Japan Town for some sadly mediocre Japanese food, a quick tour of the Japan Center, and stop at the famed Soko Hardware. I still love Japantown with all my heart.


Tehilah, this one’s for you. See that? Hanukkah Roll, featuring – what else? – smoked salmon.


My L.A. friend, Amirali, and his truly-lovely-girlfriend-who-I-wish-still-lived-in-Mpls-so-we-could-hang-out-all-the-time JoAnna braved Fisherman’s Wharf with us, all for a glimpse of these schmos. I could gaze at the nervy sea lions who took over Pier 39 for endless hours, giving running commentary on their antics to anyone who’ll listen. Or just to myself. Doesn’t matter.


My parents took us out to SF when I was in high school, and we ate at Scoma’s. We loved it so much that we ate there again before leaving a week later. We NEVER do that.

Sadly, my crab cakes were sub-par on this visit … but HM had some mind-blowingly good salmon. And we witnessed an epic seagull battle on the roof of the restaurant.


Sunday we scampered around in Golden Gate Park for a while, spending much of our time in the Japanese Tea Garden. Can you tell we had ridiculously gorgeous weather pretty much the whole time we were there?


Next we hit the DeYoung, where we saw a Warhol exhibit and an Yves Saint Laurent exhibit. I kinda hate Warhol’s work, but the exhibit was masterfully curated – multimedia explorations of the work and the man, an excellent Warhol 101 – and I enjoyed it more than I expected to. The YSL was chock full of pretty frocks, and it was fun to see some superfamous designs in person.


Then Audi drove us out to Land’s End for some gorgeous views and a lovely outdoor walk.



It may not be my cup of tea – hometown-wise – but there’s no denying that San Francisco is one of the most gorgeous cities in the world.


Audi couldn’t have been a more generous and accommodating hostess. She drove us all over creation, did whatever we wanted, and always had great suggestions for eateries and activities when our minds went blank. Meeting her was, hands down, the best thing about this trip. I miss her already!

Now, as you know, the trip coincided with the end of the shopping ban. I feel a little weird about showing off all of my purchases, and wasn’t actually planning to do so. But I got SO MANY comments from you fine folks asking to see the loot, that I caved. Tune in tomorrow for the fairly aptly dubbed “Sal Gone Wild” post!

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A Quick SF Preview

by Sal on April 8, 2009 · 33 comments

Promise to write more about the trip as soon as I can, but here are some highlights to tide you over.


You can BET there was plenty of shoe shopping. Those patent leather combat boots I’m wearing? I took those bad boys home with me from the Fluevog shop in the Haight.


We had us some of this, which led to …


… some of this. Currently in the flaky, ugly, UNBEARABLY ITCHY phase of the healing process.


It was worth a looooong walk through touristy Fisherman’s Wharf to visit the sea lions of Pier 39. Indeed it was.


Husband Mike calls this one, “Two Bloggers on a Hill.”

Big thanks to beautiful, generous, and indescribably fabulous blogger Audi for putting us up, and putting up with us! More on the trip as soon as I have time …

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Already Prettypoll: When to Ink

by Sal on February 16, 2009 · 51 comments


I know you’ve seen this photo before, but hey. I like it! The badger looks superb, and the photo reminds me that I once had more hair than five wooly mammoths. Seriously. That was the insane mane at its most insane.

Anyhoodle, I got a new tattoo last week and am preparing to get another in early April. Each of the three that I already had was acquired at a turning point in my life. But this time around, I’m not commemorating achievements or marking changes. I’m inviting change into my life. I think of the two symbols I’m about to etch into my skin as portals, doors into which the universe can pour good fortune, challenge, and opportunity. And that is as exciting to me as the prospect of soaking up some new ink.

Do you have tattoos? How do you know when you’re ready for a new one?

If you don’t have any tattoos but want one, how will you know when the time is right?

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Per Request: Stylish Tatts

by Sal on May 21, 2008 · 10 comments

Here’s a subject that is likely to raise some hackles, and rightly so: what is a stylish tattoo? Are there any that will be acceptable in both the boardroom and the bar? Does it matter? Should you ink yourself up to your heart’s content and the hell with squeamish body-art-conservatives?

Tattoos are permanent, expressive, and highly personal. The clothes you wear broadcast how you feel today, or this week, or this season. The images you have drawn on your skin broadcast information about your inner self every day of your life. So, as you can imagine, people feel strongly about tattoos in general, and their own tattoos in particular.

First off, my license to comment:


I had Husband Mike take this photo about 5 years ago, just before I chopped that mane. It was meant to commemorate the long hair, but I had to let one of my back tattoos in on the fun. I also have a small blue crescent moon on my right shoulder, and you’ve seen my ankle. I have never tired of or regretted any of these three beauts for a single day. It is possible that this puts me in the minority.

I got each of these tattoos at an important turning point in my life. The symbols themselves are deeply important to me, but, interestingly, are not themselves tied to the events which prompted my trips to the Ink Lab and Sacred Rose. I wanted to commemorate my own growth and change, and I did so by taking symbols from my insides and transferring them permanently to my outsides. And, in each case, it was just the right thing to do.

None of these were snap decisions. Months of thought and consideration preceded the parlor visits. No alcohol was involved, and no anger. No rebellion crossed my mind, and no one was talking me into or out of taking the plunge. I certainly considered aesthetics, but never fashionability. These are mine, and you can see them. That’s how it works.

Now. If you’re reading this, you’re a grown-up and grown-ups can make their own decisions. But as tattoos gain popularity and acceptance, more and more people are making what I consider to be poor tattooing decisions. So I’m going to give you my opinions about that – at risk of life and limb – in the hope that I might talk a few people off the ledge who THINK they’re ready, but truly aren’t. And here we go:

If you don’t KNOW, don’t go.
Knowing what you want tattooed on yourself is like knowing you’ve found your life partner. I shit you not: You need to be that sure. And it can come like a bolt of artistic lightning, or it can come on slowly over months or years. Just like love, this knowledge can take many paths. But if you have doubts – and I mean any niggling, tiny, whispery, itty-bitty baby doubts – just wait. What’s your rush? You’ll know when it’s time, and you’ll know what you want. And then you can go.

If you need to ask someone else’s opinion, don’t go.
See above.

Think about placement.
Few people want tattoos on body bits that are absolutely impossible to conceal with clothing. You just don’t get a lot of face, hand, and throat tattoos. And the folks who choose those areas are making choices about their careers and lifestyles by artistically altering those body parts – and they know that. Concealment is a lesser, but still important, concern for anyone jonesing for arm, ankle, and nape tattoos. If you work for a bank or law firm, do you really want to limit yourself to pants-no-skirts by getting a barbed-wire anklet? What if you want to wear your hair up or get a pixie cut someday, and can no longer mask the Celtic knot on the back of your neck? Will it matter to you? Some icons lend themselves to certain placements, it’s true. But give some serious consideration to the work-arounds you may have to orchestrate if you’re putting an image on some fairly public skin.

Ask yourself why.
People get tattoos for the gamut of reasons, and I’m sure many will disagree with me here. But I believe that you should get a tattoo because YOU WANT IT. Any other reason is inappropriate: upping your cool factor, showing your boyfriend how much you adore him, making a statement about what a deep thinker you are, because butterflies are pretty … none of these cut the mustard. You will be permanently etching a symbol into your flesh. Want it for yourself, or do something else, dammit. Get a t-shirt made. Write a poem. There are a million ways to express ourselves that aren’t permanent, painful, pricey, and public.

Avoid flash.
If you walk into a tattoo parlor and need to peruse and pick something off of the walls of flash art, you are very likely making a mistake. You should be bringing in a drawing and working with your tattoo artist to perfect it, not grabbing something off the racks of clichéd iconography.

Make sure you know what it means to everyone.
Asian language characters are very popular tattoos with non-Asian-language-speakers, because the characters themselves are beautiful. This is true of Hebrew, Arabic, and several other languages with elegant letters. But unless you read and speak a language that utilizes logograms, you may not be aware of possible additional meanings. Many of these characters represent several words or ideas, depending on context. How do you know that the Japanese character for “truth” doesn’t also mean “chicken pot pie”? Also, if you don’t read the language and are choosing the character from flash art, how do you know it means what the parlor says it means? Husband Mike has the word “gratitude” on his forearm. He didn’t feel the need to get it written in Thai or Korean because it would be prettier. His native English worked just fine. This is a pet peeve of mine, I know, and I can’t help ranting a bit because it just irks me to no end. But putting my own overly-emotional reactions aside, I can assert dispassionately that selecting words or symbols that may have hidden or unknown meanings is ill-advised. You should know full well what your tattoos are telling people about yourself. Don’t let your tattoos tell people you’re ignorant.

Ask yourself: what will this say about me?
This may seem contradictory to the idea of getting tattoos for yourself and yourself only. But there are certain things we love, think, and believe that can remain internal. Tattoos are the things we love, think, and believe that we want to declare publicly and daily. Especially if you’re inking a spot that isn’t regularly covered by clothing, give some thought to the impressions you’ll give via your tattoo. Try this list for starters: what will your boss, barista, bus driver, best friend, and busboy think? Put yourself in their shoes and imagine. You may end up not caring one smidgen what anyone thinks, but it is still a worthwhile exercise.

I have seen astonishing beauty and creativity of personal expression in tattoos. I have seen trendy, trashy, and terribly-executed tattoos. I love my own tattoos as much as I love my carefully curated wardrobe, and for the same reasons: it makes a visual statement about me. I tell people things with my tattoos before I ever tell them anything with words, and that is powerful and beautiful and good.

Seldom can we predict which decisions we will later regret, but tattoos often fall into that slim minority of predictables. Careful consideration of the factors outlined above may help you avoid a body art mistake. Piercings heal and hair can be re-dyed. Tattoo removal is painful and expensive. Be sure before you bedeck your bod.

And when you are sure, enjoy. There is nothing quite like a bright, proud, gorgeous new tattoo to make you feel awake and alive and fabulously individual.

Thanks to Krista for requesting my thoughts on this subject!

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