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By infmom, March 2, 2011 10:53 am

I got my ears pierced for the first time when I was 16. Two friends and I went to the doctor’s office (which is where things like that were done in small-town 1967) and the doctor told us each that he was going to give us a shot to numb the area. Well, he didn’t. That was just so we would think the actual needle going through the earlobe was the anaesthetic shot.

We were told to bring our own earrings and they should be smooth gold balls. I wasn’t able to go shopping for my own earrings (can’t remember why, at this late date) and asked my mother to do it for me, and she paid no attention to what I’d requested and got me some cute little flower shapes instead. The doctor was dubious, but that’s all I had, so he put them in. And that, I think, is how I got my nickel allergy. My ears were crusty and oozing in no time, and I didn’t think my parents would finance another trip to the doctor (my dad had actually forbidden me to get my ears pierced because it “looked cheap”) so I had to fix the problem as best I could by taking the offending earrings out and putting, I shudder to think about this now, short lengths of nylon guitar string through the holes till they healed. Ugh.

Years later, I got a second set of ear holes, and by that time the piercing gun was all the rage (we didn’t yet know how ridiculously un-sterile those things could be) and earrings had evolved considerably, so it was possible to buy non-allergenic earrings off the rack. By the time I got the third set of ear holes done, properly, in a piercing store, the array of body jewelry available was downright amazing.

Since the first time I saw a bellybutton piercing, I’ve thought they were amazingly attractive. I just wish I wasn’t such a tubby old lady–I hate to think what a piercer would have to do to put one of those rings into my bellybutton. The other night at the upscale mall we passed a kiosk that was just loaded with glittery, sparkly, dangly bellybutton rings and I stopped to look at them–but the kiosk girl knew just as well as I did that there wasn’t much chance of a sale there.

Still, I was curious enough to look up bellybutton rings when I got home, just to see what the prices were like. Wow, there are a lot of body-jewelry web sites out there! Ye gods, if we’d only had the internet back in 1967. One of the sites I thought was particularly good was Fresh Trends. It’s not just for belly button rings, but that seems to be one of their specialties and the selection is amazing.

They also have a full line of tattoo aftercare products, earrings (including some cartilage-piercing earrings I’ve never seen before), rings, t-shirts, you name it. Sure wish someone would invent a time machine so I could give my teenage self some way better jewelry to start out with.

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By infmom, June 24, 2010 12:30 pm

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I’ve been really behind on my posts here, lately, but for once I actually have a good reason for that.

More than 20 years ago, I started writing a novel.  I got the basic structure of it worked out, and wrote a few chapters, and then set it aside for a while.  I came back to it now and again over the years, and at some point decided it needed at least one more character and a different plot, so I started adding all that in, and then I got busy, or lazy, or something, and set it aside again.  And there it sat, complete with its own floppy disk.  That’ll give you an idea of how long ago it was that I set it aside.

Last year, I decided to participate in NaNoWriMo for the first time.  Lacking an original idea for a novel, I decided to write a sequel to that first, long-unfinished book.  And I managed to complete over 50,000 words in the allotted 30 days.  I was very proud of myself.  But then I realized I was really being an idiot, because if I could finish a complete story in what turned out to be less than a month, then I had no excuse for not finishing that book that had been gathering cobwebs for decades.

So I set my mind to it, and I finished it.  The story was so old that it contained lots of references to ancient electronic gadgets like VCRs and portable cassette players, all of which were hot stuff when I first started writing.  And I could see right away where I’d quit adding in the new character and plot line, because the quality of the novel went back to beginner level from one page to the next.  So I fixed all that and had what I considered the full first draft.

Now, that book is in the process of being revised and edited.  And the second one needed to be expanded to a better book length.  That’s what’s been occupying my writing time the past few months, so I’ve let my blog postings slide.  It’s not that I’m not still vitally interested in Multi.Colored or multicolored people!  It’s just that I can only do so much writing in a day before I start sounding like a gibbering idiot. 

The first book goes to the printers and e-publishers in August.  I’ll post a note here and on my other blogs when I have more news.  Bear with me, I will have an actual tattoo related post by the end of the week.

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By infmom, January 25, 2010 9:09 pm

When I got my tattoos, I was employed.  Where I worked when I got my first tattoo, the dress code said that tattoos were not to be visible (although I never knew of anyone getting disciplined for breaking that rule).  The second place I worked had no specific rule about tattoos, but the general feeling among our managers was that “professional attire” did not include visible ink.  So I chose to have all my ink placed where I could easily cover it up with clothing.

Now, however, being retired, and being the age that I am, I am thinking seriously about getting another tattoo that will be visible.  I’m leaning toward an elaborate bracelet, or maybe a half sleeve that ties in with my first tattoo, my seven stars.  I’m not sure exactly how I’d go about that, but I have been mulling over asking my favorite artist, Kythera of Anevern, to draw me a mythical being of some kind that would work well with stars.  I’d get the colors touched up on the stars at the same time, since over the last 12 years they have faded quite a bit.

The stars are visible already if I wear the right neckline, and when they are visible I get asked about them a lot.  I like that.  I’d like to have something else that’s easy to display, which is one reason I’m thinking bracelet.  The first time I really notice how great a tattoo could look was when I saw a picture of the bracelet Janis Joplin had done. Up to that time I was still just drawing a little green flower doodle on my ankle. 

If you have visible ink, where do you have it, and why did you choose to have it visible rather than hidden?  I’d like to hear what other people think about this particular issue.  And I’m still mulling over my designs.

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By infmom, December 7, 2009 12:02 pm

Thanks, everyone, for your comments over the past few weeks.   I know I’ve been very slow to respond to them.   This time, though, I have a better excuse than usual.

Every November, there is a writers’ challenge called National Novel Writing Month (NaNoWriMo for short).   The goal is to write 50,000 words in 30 days.   I had taken note of this before and had even bought their official handbook No Plot? No Problem! last year.   But somehow I’d never thought I’d be equal to the challenge.

This year, I decided to take the plunge.

Years ago, I started writing a novel.   I think I actually have a beat-up floppy disk with an early draft from sometime like 1990.   I got it mostly finished and realized it was terrible, so I went back and started rewriting it and adding in all kinds of things, like, oh, an actual plot and more characters.   But Life Happened and I never actually finished the rewrite.   But after I’d chugged along for a while I realized that it wasn’t a story for one book, it was a story for a book and a sequel.   So I had a general idea of what the sequel would be.   But I’d never written a word of it because I figured it’d be a good idea to finish the first book first.

During the month of November 2009,   I wrote the sequel. Without having finished the first book.   Despite having been flattened by an attack of vertigo that kept me sidelined for nearly a week…     I finished the book, at about 53,000 words.   Of course it still needs work (that’s a given) but for the first time in my life I actually finished writing a novel.

Concentrating on that, however, took about all the writing energy I had.   So my blogs got neglected more than usual (as I’m sure my readers have noticed).   Now I’ve had time to breathe a bit, so let’s get back to talking about tattoos, why don’t we?  

Tomorrow I’ll start another series on holiday gifts for multicolored people.   Stay tuned.

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By infmom, July 31, 2009 11:40 pm

As I mentioned in the last post, it’s been hot lately in Los Angeles.   This means I am almost always wearing a shirt that shows off at least part of my swirly-stars tattoo over my right collarbone.   People notice it and often ask me what the rest of it looks like, and it’s easy to show off.

That often leads to conversations about tattoos, or getting tattoos, or the other person’s ink, which is all to the good.     One of the receptionists at our veterinerians’ office has a star tattoo that looks a lot like mine, so we were instant friends.  

The other day, as we were checking out at the grocery store, the cashier noticed my stars and we got to talking about a tattoo she’s planning to get soon, that has a lot of personal meaning for her.   She’s really looking forward to the experience.   After we finished the conversation and walked on, my husband made the suggestion that it would be a good idea for me to have business cards with the URL of this place, so I could invite people to come have a look.   He was right!   That definitely falls into the category of “Why didn’t I think of that?”

I started designing cards, using a business-card-design app I’ve had for years, but after I’d messed around with it a while I realized that to do justice to a multicolored design I really should get the cards professionally printed on paper that’s better than you can buy at the office supply store.

Which leads me to tell you about a company called MOO. Ayear or so ago, they opened up a LiveJournal, and offered a free package of MiniCards to other LiveJournal writers.   I took them up on that, getting a nifty design with my cat Caliban’s eyes on them.   I still have a few of those left, because I like them so much I have been hoarding them.   I thought the MiniCard size would be perfect to carry around in a pocket and hand out to fellow ink admirers, and when I discovered they had a beautiful multicolored design with a triskele in the center, I was sold.   I also ordered a plastic keychain case to carry the cards in so they won’t get crunched up in my pocket or purse.

MOO is located in the UK, but they can now ship from within the USA as well (and if they’d for pity’s sake open up an office in Los Angeles I’d be first in line to apply for a job) so I should have the cards in hand next week.   Can’t wait!

I wish this had dawned on me earlier, because my stars are a good conversation-starter and it’d be even better if someone with whom I’d been talking could come here and say hello.     Onward and upward!

If you’d like to check out MOO for yourself, they offer a free sample pack of business cards.   Go here and scroll down the page, you’ll see where to click. If you get some, you show me yours and I’ll show you mine.

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By infmom, July 9, 2008 12:55 pm

In my last post I talked about my mom’s reaction to my tattoos. And how I found out that getting inked runs in the family.

Things are substantially different between me and my daughter, lemme tellya. My daughter has two tattoos, an elaborate knotwork circle on her left leg (designed by a former Significant Other) and an
armband she designed herself, that includes her great-grandmother’s totem animal, the red-tailed hawk.

Individually and collectively, she and I occasionally get asked what the other thinks about her tattoos. I know that a lot of parents (of all ages) are like mine and won’t countenance inking, and many’s the kid who waits only long enough to be barely legal to hit the nearest tattoo parlor in defiance of Mom and Dad. The down side to this is that kids end up with designs they’ve barely thought through (if they’ve thought it through at all) and some of the so-there-parents ink I’ve seen has been, well, truly unfortunate. The kind of thing the kid’s going to quietly go get erased just as soon as he or she is out of the house.

I am happy to say, though, that the situation is not like that between my daughter and me. She liked my tattoos and she wanted some of her own. She waited, somewhat impatiently, till she was of legal age… and then she and I went to the fabulous Zulu Tattoo and got inked together.

And then a couple years later we did it again. That, I think, is mother-daughter bonding at its finest.

My daughter says that if I go get inked again, she has to go too. I think that’s a fair bargain. I just wonder if I’ll be able to keep my part of it sometime in the future.

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By infmom, February 3, 2007 3:04 pm

I think I was sixteen when I first decided I wanted to get a tattoo. We lived in a little armpit town called Beatrice (bee-ATT-ris) Nebraska in those days. Not only was there no tattoo parlor in town, I suspect anyone who tried to open one up would have been ridden out of town on a rail.

Had to content myself with drawing on my skin in green ink. Behind my inner left ankle, where it wouldn’t be seen by the Enforcers of the Dress Code. (Our high school principal was a dead ringer for Mussolini and ran the school with about as heavy a hand.) If I had had any clue how to make that design permanent in those days, I probably would have. Would I have been embarrassed by it in later years? Good question.

The design itself would have been obviously homebrewed (a cartoon of a flower in a pot, which I still like to doodle to this day–dunno what that means). But during the 60s and 70s it certainly would have been a mark of distinction. Where I lived, people didn’t DO that. I liked being different then. I like being different now.

So, in the mid 1990s, I read a newspaper article about the only tattoo artist in town. We’ve long since left the armpit of the midwest behind and we’re living in the LA megalopolis, so it’s surprising that at that time there was only one tattoo artist in this town. I read the article. I liked the guy’s attitude. I said “When I get my tattoo, he’s doing it.”

Of course, in those days I had no money for something like that. I was working for barely more than minimum wage as a supervisor in customer service in a big-box store. However, the store actually came to the rescue (not that they knew what they were doing). They had a contest for “friendliest store in the chain,” and the company offered to hand $50 to every employee in the store that won.

Our store won. I had $50 that I hadn’t planned on having. I went to get my tattoo.

All I wanted was seven small stars, for personal reasons too complicated to explain here. The artist thought that over, decided it was too blah and undistinguished, and drew me a new design. Seven stars, with a swirl of multicolored dots around them. I thought it over. Said yes. He quoted me a price. I went off to the ATM.

While I was sitting in the chair (and believe me, I looked every day of my 46 years) people wandered in and out of the store. They’d see me. They’d drop their teeth. Truthfully, I can’t remember when I’ve had more fun. The tattoo hurt, but not enough to change my genuine joy.

“Now you’re one of us,” said the artist when he’d finished.

Yeah baby. I sure am.

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