Three years ago today, Tattoosday was born.
On July 31, 2007, I put up a post on BillyBlog, featuring a tattoo on a co-worker named Sephora.
The idea was to post a weekly tattoo on Tuesday, and use this is a vehicle to expand my horizons a bit; meet interesting people and learn about tattoos.
There was one problem. I enjoyed it too much. There weren't enough Tuesdays in the week. I was impatient and wanted to post right away, not wait until Tuesday. And so, as Kurt Vonnegut would say, it goes....
So a month later I threw the previous months post up on the stand-alone blog, Tattoosday. And BillyBlog faded.
It's still there, but Tattoosday is my passion and I couldn't have even imagined, back in 2007, how easy it would become for me to talk to strangers about their ink.
The once-a-week project produced forty-five separate interactions in July, we have a 30-day backlog of material, and this past week we registered our 650,000th hit. Not too shabby.
Go see the original post
here to see how far we've come.
And a hearty thanks to all our contributors, all our fans, and all the tattooists out there creating wonderful, interesting, portable art. Without all of you, Tattoosday would have been a blip of an idea, and nothing more.
We went on a cruise to Stockholm with Eddi and his two children.
I took the boys up to the bridge to look at all the buttons and screens there and to see how they steer a big ship. The other boys on board don't get to see that.
Many buttons, many switches.
(This one here is just about my hair.)
I took some pictures of other ships trough the binoculars on the bridge. Lomo effect!
The next day in Stockholm felt pretty cold as it was 37 degrees C (!) at home in Finland (!!!) and "only" a mere 20-something in Sweden. I wore long sleeves for the first time in ages!
We went to Gröna Lund.
I am clearly becoming old as I prefer the small flying elephants to any other attraction with more action than that. They just spin too much.
In the afternoon we took the small ferry back to town and our ship and it was windy as hell. (I hate it when it's windy. But at least it's a little funnier with a big skirt on since it goes "flufff!" all the time.)
A swedish mermaid.
Sunset at sea, on the way home.
