Weddingbee Blog

I have been preparing myself to change my last name. Sometimes I think it’s no big deal, and other times I struggle with becoming “my new name.” It’s a lot of n’s—five to be exact. I have practiced writing my new name (much like I did when I was in sixth grade with my crush’s name) and haven’t gotten it down to a science just yet. I miss making the capital “H”of my current name.

So as we sat at the pool yesterday for Bridesmaid Amy’s birthday and Mr. B was preparing to start his latest chest piece, I starting drawing H’s on our pizza box, and it hit me—I would get my capital H, in my own handwriting, as a way to keep that part of myself.

At the shop, the artist told me that actually my H was quite hard to tattoo. With such distinctive lines and curves, he said it would be like a final exam if one was a student of tattoo art. I didn’t want much embellishment; I know my tattoo style is “less is more.” (You may recall my wrist tattoo botch-up.) I was rEEEEEally happy with the result.

Yay!!!! It came out sooo well! Growing up we lived on an “H” street in an “H” town, so its a bit of a nod to that as well. All my other tats are pretty discreet; this is my first piece that is all-out visible. I felt a little bit gansta this morning when I woke up and saw my shoulder tat! I’m so hardcore! =)

Well a cursive H is hardly hardcore, but you know what I mean.