The Sun never sets on the King.

For years I've talked about getting a tattoo. My parents refused to sign the waivers, however, and I was forced to wait to be of legal age.

Finally, I turned 18! Sweet victory! I was so happy to finally be able to go out, buy drinks, but most importantly: get my first tattoo. I thought about what I wanted for a long time. I'd had so many different ideas, but was worried that I would regret them a few years down the line.
One day, I was going through some Elvis vinyls on eBay to try and find some first-batch 1956 Sun 45s. Then, it hit me.

I got in contact with the tattoo artists who did one of my guitarist's latest tattoos, and booked it as soon as I could. It took some time to get the art finished, but once it was, the game was on. I went in for my first sitting on Nov. 6. After three hours in the chair, my self-control was wearing extremely thin. I couldn't concentrate anymore, and decided it was best to come in for a second sitting once the parts that were done had healed. I got through all the outline, and around three-quarters of the colouring. For a first one, I really didn't go easy on myself. I go back in sometime this month to get the colour finished and the touch-ups done.
I cannot wait to have it completed! It already looks amazing, I will proudly show off my art for the rest of my life!

What exactly it is? You won't know until I post up the pictures of it done. Believe me, it's worth the wait. Jessie (the artist) says it's one of her most intricate ones. She's never done something like this before.

I'll post when I'm back in the chair.

Hoping y'all have a great weekend. Stay warm!
Mae xx

P.S.: I changed the blog's layout. What do y'all think?