Shitballs. Where did the winter go? I kind of feel like I've been on some kind of crazy emotional roller coaster through a fog bank, moving utterly too fast and yet feeling like I'm not getting anywhere. Until the clouds part and I realize I don't really have any clue where I am, but I'm not where I was...
I'm finally about to get back to the ink, having taken the winter off (long underwear and lots of harnesses and backpacks don't play well with torso tattoos, when my imagination combines them), and am realizing that I never posted current pics. And looking through my collection, I hadn't even taken any (or had any taken) since November, so I squeezed off a couple to catch this blog up to reality (a little, anyway).
I'll be getting back at it next month, but have in the meanwhile become enchanted with another tattoo...distractions, distractions...
...hey look, a squirrel...
I'm finally about to get back to the ink, having taken the winter off (long underwear and lots of harnesses and backpacks don't play well with torso tattoos, when my imagination combines them), and am realizing that I never posted current pics. And looking through my collection, I hadn't even taken any (or had any taken) since November, so I squeezed off a couple to catch this blog up to reality (a little, anyway).
I'll be getting back at it next month, but have in the meanwhile become enchanted with another tattoo...distractions, distractions...
...hey look, a squirrel...