Yesterday I took the bus downtown to get my bangs trimmed and get a couple tattoos. That's officially the most Seattle hipster sentence you will ever read on this blog.
I actually got up and ran to the gym, did a few circuits of lifting, ran home. Then headed downtown to start and finish my Christmas shopping and yes, get my bangs trimmed. When I found myself in Pioneer square. Near a tattoo place I'd been wanting to stop in. I popped my head in, didn't see anyone. Walked out, double checked that they were open. Popped back in and saw a woman with a huge clavicle to clavicle tattoo behind the desk in a little room, refusing to make eye contact with me. Hmm. I wave. She puts on headphones. I look for a bell on the counter. She picks up some knitting. I wave again. She stares right through me.
I yell out, oh you're SO cool as I take my Nordstrom (Rack) puffy-jacket-clad-yuppy scum-self out of her shop. Rude. But what I've come to expect in my search for "my" Seattle tattoo artist. I've been wanting two simple little tattoos, and so I often pop into shops to get the lay of the land and see if they are fit for me. They haven't been. I've been ignored. Found myself so tongue tied I have a hard time saying my own name. Again, eternally 13. But also tattoo places are sort of judgey.
My mission was simple: find a place I liked and start with the two little tattoos that aren't really a tattoo artist's dream work, but then get their thoughts on a couple others I want that would be more collaborative and artistic. After Miss Knitty-Face, I Googled and found another tattoo place, Jackson Street Tattoo, I hadn't seen before. It was 5 blocks away. So I thought why not, rejection doesn't get much worse than being passive aggressively knitted at.
Walked in, two artists working away. One artist came right over to help me. Mike, the owner. I explained about the two little ones and the other ones. He said he could do them at 7pm that night actually if I wanted. He doesn't typically do walk-ins but it sounded straight forward. Heck YES!
So my Christmas shopping day did end with something for myself.
The experience was great and I'm happy to find a tattoo parlor I'm comfortable having work done at.
I actually got up and ran to the gym, did a few circuits of lifting, ran home. Then headed downtown to start and finish my Christmas shopping and yes, get my bangs trimmed. When I found myself in Pioneer square. Near a tattoo place I'd been wanting to stop in. I popped my head in, didn't see anyone. Walked out, double checked that they were open. Popped back in and saw a woman with a huge clavicle to clavicle tattoo behind the desk in a little room, refusing to make eye contact with me. Hmm. I wave. She puts on headphones. I look for a bell on the counter. She picks up some knitting. I wave again. She stares right through me.
I yell out, oh you're SO cool as I take my Nordstrom (Rack) puffy-jacket-clad-yuppy scum-self out of her shop. Rude. But what I've come to expect in my search for "my" Seattle tattoo artist. I've been wanting two simple little tattoos, and so I often pop into shops to get the lay of the land and see if they are fit for me. They haven't been. I've been ignored. Found myself so tongue tied I have a hard time saying my own name. Again, eternally 13. But also tattoo places are sort of judgey.
My mission was simple: find a place I liked and start with the two little tattoos that aren't really a tattoo artist's dream work, but then get their thoughts on a couple others I want that would be more collaborative and artistic. After Miss Knitty-Face, I Googled and found another tattoo place, Jackson Street Tattoo, I hadn't seen before. It was 5 blocks away. So I thought why not, rejection doesn't get much worse than being passive aggressively knitted at.
Walked in, two artists working away. One artist came right over to help me. Mike, the owner. I explained about the two little ones and the other ones. He said he could do them at 7pm that night actually if I wanted. He doesn't typically do walk-ins but it sounded straight forward. Heck YES!
So my Christmas shopping day did end with something for myself.
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| failing at not looking nervous |
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| one of two. |
The experience was great and I'm happy to find a tattoo parlor I'm comfortable having work done at.