Of course it's rife with meaning and symbolism but only to me, LOL! But I finally got my magnolia flower, with blue shading around it and green leaves (blue for the Memphis blues, green for yummy Southern greens; my production company name is Blues & Greens). It's on my left wrist to remind me to be a steel magnolia, a great strong tough Southern lady, just like my grandmothers and all the many steel magnolias who have come before me.
Here's pics, but it's not at its best yet. You can't see the white highlighting in the flower because it's still a bit mottled and scabbed (I got it less than 24 hours ago). Magnolias are white but this has pale pink edging around the petals. It's a lot bigger and more elaborate than I originally intended, but it's also more beautiful than I had envisioned. I love my tattoo artist. He rules.
It was some of the most intense pain I've ever gone through, especially when he was shading right on top of that bold vein in my wrist, but I held still and squeezed K's hand nearly off. I swore I'd never do it again but I probably will one day. It's still stiff and it's annoying to keep my wrist from touching anything. Ah well, I'm assured that it will be completely healed in two weeks or less, so I can get by until then!
The first pic is for detail and the second is for scale. 'Scuse my hair, I just woke up.

