Of a mustache. On my finger. Yup, I did.
On Friday afternoon when me and my best friend Emily were driving to Cape Cod I told her about a dream I recently had about tattoos (result of watching LA Ink before bed...In my dream I went to some ghetto place and had a man jab a random phrase into the arch of my right knee with a needle that was unrealistic and 6-8 inches long. Lesson Learned.). She told me of someone she knows from Cosmetology school who has a mustache on their finger. We liked that. So after the Cape we found a little shop and decided mustaches of our own would be a great idea...
Okay, hold up, not really. I'm a bloody liar. I did not get a tattoo. I repeat, I DID NOT GET A TATTOO. Ha, glad I scared all of you.
I'm not necessarily anti-tattoo, but I certainly think you had better have a very good reason and a whoooole lot of commitment if you are going to have someone shove some ink into your epidermis by needle. That and I hate the very concept of needles. So no, I wouldn't tattoo a mustache on myself, not ever, no never. There is very, very, very, very little chance of me ever tattooing anything on me (okay, I've considered "Soli Deo Gloria" on my right wrist, but that is another story for another day.). I am much to scared of the permanency and pain.
So, my secret? Nope, not Photoshop. SoBe's new promo site for their new labels, ReSkin Yourself.
You upload a photo and fit a new tattoo onto yourself. Not permanent, easy, cheap and totally painless.
It is fun. Go try it.