Friday, October 13, 2006
I'm busily working on a fine case of weapons-grade flu so I'm too feverish to take new pics of tats right at the moment. In the meantime I've hauled out one from last year. Cough, hack-ack-ack-ack!
Here's my bats last summer before the bruises faded. I decided to not post the one when it was still bleeding and covered in plastic wrap, but I could always change my mind. Sniffle, dribble.
You can see the top of my spiderweb across the shoulder. I got the web 20 years ago when I was in the embryonic stages of Becoming A Spooky Person. There's also a Celtic cat on the left calf and a pair of Celtic figures on the right calf, both of which are in dire need of touching up before you can't tell what the hell they are anymore. Sniff, snot, snork.
I keep planning a big scarab with outstretched wings on the right upper arm but I've been too lazy-assed to finish drawing it. Cough, grumble, sniff.
Yes, I'm that pasty white all over. I like the contrast between the black ink and dead-white skin. I've worked long and hard on that moon tan! (My Super-Secret Pal calls hers an Arctic Tan) Ahhhh-choo, sniff, snort.
*staggers away to finish knitting woolly knickers*