
About a month ago, I got my first tattoo.
I’ve wanted a tattoo since I was 18 – that’s 10 whole years of research, design and chickening out. I’ve had hundreds of ideas, from the classic nautical star to the collarbone swallows pretty much everyone had in 2004. I was deeply into the pop punk scene when I was 18 and all my friends got tattoos to match their emo fringes, but I held off. I was never 100% happy with my designs – there was always a little voice that said ‘you’ll regret it in 10 years’. So I waited.
Then earlier this year, my friend Lil introduced me to Rebecca Vincent via Instagram. I spent hours pouring over her amazing work, feeling even more inspired when I saw she’d done Carrie’s gorgeous glasses tattoo. Rebecca’s style is exactly what I’d been looking for – delicate, feminine and unique. She specialises in dot work which gives such a gentle finish and after hearing high praise from a few of her previous clients, I booked an appointment. Then Lil and my husband Rob decided to join me!
The three of us went down to London together – Rob got his tattoo, Lil got hers, and I… chickened out. Again!
But, after a few more months and a little redesign, I was finally ready. Rob and I headed back to The Circle in Soho for another go. Rob is a pro at this tattoo thing now (he has three) so he helped keep me calm as I settled onto the bed and prepared for pain. And it bloody hurt! But Rebecca was amazing and so reassuring, and in 20 minutes it was all over. I didn’t cry, I didn’t need a break and when it was done I instantly wanted another. Getting tattooed is awesome! Then Rob casually got another and acted like it was licked on by kittens.

Even though it took 10 years, I’m so glad this is my first tattoo. It doesn’t really have any meaning, other than being a little nod to Rob’s stag, and it’s not influenced by any particular style or fashion. It’s just a beautiful design that’s classic enough to last a lifetime. I decided to get it on my ribcage (despite it being THE most painful place to be repeatedly stabbed with a needle) so I can show it off in scoop-arm vests but keep it to myself, too.
I’m not sure I’ll get another just yet – once the initial adrenaline had worn off, I started researching again and it may take me another 10 years to decide. So for now I’m just enjoying my first ever tattoo and the badass feeling that comes from getting inked. Tell me that never fades!
Do you have any tattoos?