Arrived in Portland on Tuesday afternoon. Since then I’ve walked 36,877 steps over 15.99 miles, and climbed 42 flights of stairs. I’m also entirely too familiar with the inside of the Oregon Convention Center. It’s been an interesting four days, at least.
The pile of “women will like this” stuff:
* 3 mirrors (4 if you count the one in the hairbrush, 1 of which arrived shattered)
* a purse hook (it took three of us to figure out what this thing was)
* wildflower seeds
* a jelly watch
* a nail kit (with file, clippers, scissors, and tweezers)
* a folding hairbrush (with mirror inside)
Plus two bottles of nail polish and two lip balms from vendor booths.
And the Pile of Incredibly Random Stuff:
* paper airplane
* beer cozy (diet soda cozy?)
* beer can opener (diet soda opener?)
* tiny miniature backpack iPod holder? (seriously, I have no idea wtf that one is)
* 2 desk cell phone holder/stands
Jennifer Billig is an absolutely amazing artist. Amazing. Seriously. Anyone who can take a vague description and a call-phone photo of a headstone, and turn it into *exactly* what I had in my head is exactly that: amazing.
Stage one of The Big-Ass Tattoo is done. I’m due to go back in September for part of the shading and color, and then again in December for the rest of it. Hopefully it will all be finished before the end of the year, but we shall see how that goes.
Roughly one hour into the actual inky bit we were up to the elbow, and I was feelin’ fine. Just fine.
At hour 3 or so we had the whole arm done, and I was still feeling pretty chipper, although freezing my arse off:
Then we did the shoulders and the upper back, and that was pretty much when my body decided it had definitely had enough:
That last bit was absolutely brutal, which really surprised me, but the entire outline is done, which should be the worst of it, right?
I love it. Looooooove it. Love. Also? I’m now covered in beeeees!