In honour of making it to 28, I got a tiny number ‘7’ tattoo on my upper left wrist. Seven is the number of perfection and also symbolizes physical and spiritual completeness. What a wonderful way to break into 28. No?
I’m a super fickle girl when it comes to straight lines, so I knew whichever Tattoo artist I had the pleasure of meeting was going to instantly hate me *insert nervous laugh*.
In walks Cesar. For a man who usually takes on projects on a much grandeur scale, he still proceeded to draw the tiny ‘seven’ over and over, and over again until it was perfect. I was actually waiting for him to kick me out the Parlour. Instead he was super patient. My other tats were done at TCB on Queen and I can honestly say they did not take nearly as much care. I guess you get what you pay for. -_-. Looks like I found my new Tattoo artist!
After bothering him for about an hour, he cracked a smile for the camera. lol, haaaay Ceez.
Oh yeah, did I mention he blessed me with this super incognito self adhering bandage? Black on black on black…did someone tell him I was coming?
To check out his work, you can follow him on Instagram @ceeztattoos, or hit up the website FYI Ink Tattoos by clicking here.
Caught the tat bug. I’m already plotting the next one.