It’s been raining lately, and last Saturday was no exception as I donned my new Shein acquisition – a crushed velvet slip dress in champagne – and cajoled Brat #1 into braving wet weather so that his vain older cousin could get her outfit of the day documented. I’ve been there since Brat #1 (and Brat #2) were born, and I consider them younger brothers. I’d like to think that it’s reciprocated – I mean, Brat #1 even missed the last ten minutes of his Lakers game just for these photos.
I was stoked to have received my bottles of Inkbox – temporary tattoos for the fickle person that I am. I remember a conversation on the road back in 2011/2012 with a colleague about ink, how I liked them (sleeves especially) but would never have them on myself – for one, my metabolism is only going to slow down, and I’d hate to have to regret stretched tatts. Another reason I provided was that I hold nothing so particularly dear that I’d want to etch it permanently into my skin. I didn’t want to get inked only to get bored of it the next week – It fascinates me those who get inked because it comes across to me that they’re less unsure, less transient than I am. Also I want to have the freedom to go to any onsen in Japan.
I did a test patch of an eye on my wrist the first time I got my bottle of ink and drew an eye. Because I like eyes. The first photo was just after I inked myself. The second was after I washed it off with soap and water an hour later, and the last image was almost twenty hours later when the ink got a lot darker.
A little more than a week later (you can tell by how my test eye patch has faded), Brat #1 came over for a sleepover and so Ottie and him got preoccupied playing card game Yomi. This freed up time for me to go blog, which I didn’t, because I’m an avid procrastinator. And so I referenced some florals from art eras to draw on myself – notably from the Jugenstil movement, because I just learnt about and borrowed a book about it. My left armband tatt was inspired by my number one fav woodblock artist Hiroshige‘s cherry and plum blossoms – linked via Japonism.
I forgot to take progress shots of the piece I did on my chest, because it was hard enough trying to draw something vaguely symmetrical with the help of a mirror. It didn’t help that the ink is quite viscous and my hand starts to cramp up after about fifteen minutes. My original plan was to ink up to my shoulders, because I’m a sucker for filling up the canvas, but I really need to train my finger strength for that.
Jody and me! In a serendipitous moment, Jody had actually taken the ‘Remember.’ felt banner than another friend had made earlier in the day! When I found out about it later that night and told Ottie about it, he laughed at how small Singapore was. Me, let’s just say that I’d totally have set them up on a date if both of them were single. IT’S FATE.
We finally headed down to the Design, Make and Craft Fair for Singapore Design Week at the National Library Building. I like checking new things out, but I hate having to suffer through hyperhidrosis meeting and talking to new people – Jody was witness to lots of embarrassing sweating, that’s all I can say about that. I got quite a number of positive comments and queries about my dress and temporary tattoos – someone didn’t even believe that I drew them! Best compliment that I could have received.
It was a good day.
Outfit photis assisted by Brat #1.