It started with a tiny wrist tattoo, and I swore I would never get another. 1.5 years later I got a flock of birds on my hip. Didn't plan on getting any more. Then came a massive life change, yadda yadda yadda...ink is a great avenue for self expression, and now I think I am a wee bit addicted. I covered up my original wrist tattoo with the deer piece that I got in the spring. Just last month I followed that up with an inner bicep piece. However, I'm still traumatized from the pain of that one, so that is going to be it...for now. But I figured it was about time I shared my pieces on my poor, little, neglected blog.