So, I finally went ahead and did it. I got that Le Petit Prince tattoo I’d been thinking about for what feels like forever. It wasn’t some rash decision, you know? That book, it’s just one of those things that really gets under your skin, in a good way. For me, it’s always been this little nudge, a reminder to keep seeing the world with fresh eyes, to hang onto a bit of that wonder we all had as kids.
Figuring out the actual design was probably the toughest bit. There are so many classic images from Le Petit Prince. I tossed around ideas like the Prince himself, or maybe the fox, or even just one of his tiny planets with the volcanoes. For a hot minute, I was seriously considering the boa constrictor digesting an elephant – you know, drawing number one. It’s so darn simple but says a ton about how grown-ups just don’t see things.
- I spent hours just sketching out little ideas, most of them pretty rubbish, to be honest.
- I must have scrolled through hundreds of images online, just trying to pinpoint what felt right for me.
- I even considered just a quote, but I’m more of a picture person, you know?
In the end, I settled on something a bit more personal to me, a little less obvious, but still capturing the spirit of it all.
Finding the Right Tattoo Artist Was a Whole Process
Next up was the big search: finding the right artist. This isn’t like picking out a new shirt; this stuff is permanent. So, I really took my time. I probably spent a couple of weeks just looking through different artists’ work online. I knew I wanted someone who was good with fine lines, because the image I had in my head wasn’t some huge, loud piece. It needed to be delicate. I eventually found this one artist whose style just clicked. Their lines were so clean, and their overall vibe felt perfect. I shot them an email with my jumbled thoughts and a couple of my not-so-great drawings.
We had a quick consultation, they took my basic idea and sketched out something that was way, way better than anything I could have come up with. Then I booked the slot. The wait for the actual day was a weird mix of being super excited and kinda nervous. When the day finally rolled around, I walked into the studio. It was all very clean and professional, which helped calm my nerves. The artist was really laid back and easy to talk to. They prepped the spot, slapped on the stencil, and I just took a deep breath. Then the buzzing started. Honestly, the pain wasn’t as bad as I’d built it up in my head. It was more like a persistent, slightly annoying scratch at first. We chatted a bit while they worked, mostly about the book itself, which was nice. It felt like they really understood why I wanted this specific tattoo.
When they finally wiped it all down and held up the mirror… wow. It was just right. Exactly what I had pictured in my mind. It was small, pretty discreet, but it was definitely there. My own little personal reminder.
The aftercare part was pretty standard stuff. Lots of gentle washing and dabbing on that special ointment. It got super itchy for a few days while it was healing, and man, it took some willpower not to scratch it. Watching it heal, seeing the lines settle in, it really felt like it was becoming a part of me.
Still Happy With It, Months Down the Line
It’s been a good chunk of time now since I got it done. And you know what? Zero regrets. Absolutely none. It’s just a little something for me. Every now and then, I’ll catch a glimpse of it, and it just makes me smile a bit. Reminds me of the important stuff, like looking with your heart, not just your eyes. Sounds a bit corny when I say it out loud, but it’s true for me. That little prince, he’s got a permanent spot with me now, and I’m pretty happy about that.
