The Illustrated Fiona

Last night I had the pleasure of going to take photos of my friend Fiona getting tattooed for the first time. For weeks she has been pondering it, looking at different sizes of the design she wanted [the f hole from a Fender Telecaster Thinline], sneaking to the work printer to print them off, asking lots of questions about the pain [we've decided it's not dissimilar to someone drawing on you with a pen, but pressing hard], and the big day finally came!

We went to Mischief Moon, where I got my most recent tattoo done a few months ago. Indeed, Fiona was tattooed by Greg, who did mine. My favourite thing about the Mischief Moon peeps is how long they spend with each client discussing designs and how honest they are about any potential issues with your design.

Which is very different to being tattooed by bikies in small country towns. And didn’t I learn that lesson the hard way? Twice. Actually no, make that three times.

I learn slow.

This is Greg. I find him funny, which is a selling point. Just don’t mention TV, pink, or Trent Reznor. Actually you can mention pink, just don’t ever say ‘Um, do I look like the kind of person who’d want to get a pink tattoo?’

This is Miss Fiona. She loves it. It was like truth serum. At one point she said something like ‘I love pain, I can take pain, give me more pain, YES! Anticipated pain!’

I wanted to ask for her PIN, just to see what would happen.

Pink tattoos. They are a good idea [no, really, I'm kinda tempted]!

Hello! Seriously, look at that fringe! I am a scissor-wielding god.

I don’t know how Fiona is feeling now [besides apparently waking up this morning and yelling 'I am the coolest person in this bedroom!'] but I definitely have the itch…