Hands tell the story

I have 2,222 pictures on Flickr. I feel like I don't want to add anymore and break up the beautiful aliteration of that number.

Whoops I just did.

I am posting the above picture to show off my beautiful spoon ring that Mykle gave me for Valentine's Day. I just need to find him a dimestore watch now. *sigh*
We wanted spoon rings because they are like us: vintage, classy, recycled or repurposed, used, whimsical.

This picture also shows off the way tattooing is changing my wee little hand (I have small hands. Small and wrinkled. Like a monkey's paw! Kidding.). I hold the tube between my middle and ring finger, and my finger has formed a very large round callous right under the nail of the ring finger. I think it's visible on the picture. The machine rests on it when I tattoo. My little finger has a bump too, in the same place, but smaller. The callouses are often bright red on my white and wrinkled hand (latex gloves and constant sani-wipes do strange things to the skin)at the end of a long day. They are extremely numb though, which is probably a good thing.
When they first started to form I was worried they were blisters or bone spurs or something similarly weird and dangerous. Now I am somewhat proud of them, because they formed through lots of hard work.

I also wrote another article-thing for Paul's excellent online magazine, Is Greater Than. It's about gender in tattoo designs, and I forgot to tell anyone when it was published. Whoops. Maybe it comes from that subconscious "Why would anyone care" stream of thought. Whatever. I bravely push on, writing to no one (except Blaize!).
Please read here:
"Sick Tats Bro"- Tattoo Talk on IS GREATER THAN

More stats: This is my 300th post on this "journal"!