Hey, folks! How have you been doing?
I am feverish, I have a sore-throat, a runny nose and I feel so weak – yes, it is possible to get a cold in Brazil! – so let me tell you of better days. Two Saturdays ago my boyfriend and I drove to a tattoo shop downtown because I wanted to ask for information about getting a tattoo done there. Many friends of my boyfriend’s had theirs done there and they were all very satisfied.
They introduced me to this guy specialised in oriental tattoos (among others) – just what I was looking for. His name is Sandro (you can check him out on Instagram at @sandrozion7) and he was extremely helpful, patient and professional. He helped me modify the design to my taste to adapt it to the part of the body I wanted it on, making the effort of speaking English with me – yes, I do speak Portuguese, but I’m very shy to do so – to make the process ever so smooth.
So there we were, the design ready, the price settled, when he told me that the girl who was supposed to get tattooed right then had just cancelled. I looked at my boyfriend and made sure that I had understood right, made sure he was fine with it, we went to withdraw money to pay the guy and I got tattooed! And yes, girls, I got the most patient and most awesomest boyfriend on the face of the Earth, and I’m sorry for you, but so happy for me.
I wasn’t quite done, though, I still wanted a little writing on my arm – and that’s when I found out that Sandro also has a studio in our neighborhood! Which means I could go there on my own while my boyfriend was working without waiting for the next weekend. And of course that’s exactly what I did.
A couple of days later, some skin started coming off from my tattoos. Now, I already have two other tattoos, I should have known that was normal, right? I started freaking out instead, convinced that white holes were forming in the middle of my tattoos and that I would have to retouch it – for the record, the tattoo on the bottom of my back was extremely painful to do, and my threshold of pain is not so low after a decade of killer stomach-aches.
I decided to keep the pictures for another post – also because I don’t have any good pictures yet. Now there’s only a problem: having an even number of tattoos brings bad luck (at least both in Brazil and in Italy) so I’ll have to get another one!
What’s the “right” number of tattoos to have in your country? Share your local legends and superstitions – and pictures of your tattoos as well! 😉