Busy busy busy. I've been tattooing my bojangles off as of late. Which is awesome because A.) I love tattooing and B.) What the hell are bojangles?

Last sunday my friends Ami and Tom came up from CT and I tattooed some beets and asparagus on Tom's chest. It's superfun when they come up, and not just because they bring AMAZING goodies from their deli/bakery, The Foothills Delery in New Hartford, CT (Yeah. I'm totally plugging them because I will seriously knife people for their brownies).

And Yesterday I got to tattoo a super-rad local chick, Cara. We did an anatomical sacred heart tattoo on her arm. Sat like a champ even through the final details in the arm ditch, everyone's favorite spot. It was fun stepping out of my norm, tattoo wise and doing something with some more traditional inspiration.

I'm loving it up here, and loving my co-workers. Even if they don't approve of my rabid love of the 80's. I'm not ashamed to admit I teared up during the John Hughes memorial at the Oscars! John Hughes might have been the most important american filmmaker ever-Nay, the most important american ever. Just bein honest. So I fully recommend you come in and get a John Hughes tattoo. Or any 80's tattoo. Seriously. Remember that tingle in your pants when Kelly LeBrock first steps out of that doorway in Weird Science? That's the inappropriate feeling I get for badass 80's inspired tattoos.

Don't be a neo maxi zoom dweebie.