Wednesday, April 30, 2008

Weird and wonderful

Today has been a strange little day already, full of cake and colors!

On my way to work i saw a bunch of friends who used to play in the same band, they were all on their bikes, none of them saw me and they weren't all together. Very random. And when i arrived at the shop my friend Martin, who also used to be in the before mentioned band, was there.

Outside the shop i met Franny, one of our customers, who said she came by to bribe us into giving her a new appointment. With baked goods! That has never happened before. And when i came inside, there it was. A basked full of flowers and home baked "kanelsnegle" (danish cinnamon cake, mmmmmm!)
More customers should try this out. Bribing your tattooer with cake will get you an appointment a lot faster than just calling them and complaining about how busy they are.



I spent the next hour or so with Martin and Allan. Martin was playing all the new stuff he's been working on, Allan was drawing. I was eating cake, and the British toffees Martin brought back from his recent trip to London with his grandmother. Good cake, good toffees. Fat Amalie.
Nick came and ranted about the danish postal service, who lately have become his arch-nemesis. They do indeed suck, ruining our mail, and holding our paintings ransom....

(Nice moves there, red eyes)





Anyway, then my mom called, she was in the city and we had planned to go to lunch together. We have a cafe that we like to go to, it's called the Royal Cafe, and it's a real Japanese tourist trap. So of course i love it. Their specialty is smushies, a mix of the famous danish "smørrebrød", an open faced sandwich, and sushi (because it's in small delicious bites). Awesome concept.



Another reason i like it, besides the cute decor, is the fact that i can bring Lucifer in there. The waiter (who i think you would have liked Ai) even brought over a water bowl for the dog


So we had smushies and cake (more cake, i am bad) and talked. And i checked her new tattoo, looks like she's taking good care of it, and it suits her so well


So after lunch i rode back to the shop. Saw this thing on the way. Don't know who put it there, but i like it


I only stayed at the shop for 20 minutes before i had to go to my old apartment and show it to a potential buyer (and her mom). It's about a 15 minute ride, which i needed cause of all the damn cake i ate today!
The apartment looked great, i'm actually surprised we haven't sold it yet. Guess it's just a bad time for that. The girl seemed interested, so it wasn't a complete waste going out there. And i took some pictures of the apartment and the building to put in the add i have online. It's been fun paying three rents every month, but enough is enough.

This is where i used to live


Now i'm back at the shop.
Allan is tattooing a girl from Switzerland and a local photographer is taking pictures of the whole thing. It's never dull here.



Tomorrow is may 1st, a big deal in Denmark. And it's a national holiday. Guess who's working? Yup, that would be us.

Tuesday, April 29, 2008

Another beautiful spring day, another nest!

Taken on our way to work, swan nest goodness!


It's been a nice day, more hopeful walk-ins than usual, but that always happens in good weather. They usually don't stay long after i tell them how long the waiting list is!

Weird thing that happened today, well not weird, but anyway. Allan's second customer of the day is pretty young and it's his first tattoo, so i checked his ID when he came in. He was born in 1990! 90!! If that doesn't make you feel old, i don't know what does...

Monday, April 28, 2008

If this was a "who has the cooler mom" contest i would win!!

I have tattoos. This is not a surprise to those who know me, obviously, but in case someone who doesn't know me reads this, there it is.

I'm married to a tattooer, a very good one too. I also work at a tattoo shop and travel to tattoo conventions all over the world. A lot of my time is spent on tattoos, in one way or another.

Because of those factors, my parents have never really complained about my tattoos. I guess they realized a long time ago that i was gonna get some, whether they liked it or not. So they said nothing.
But i could tell that they weren't crazy about them, few parents are.

Last year i got a finger tattoo. It's not my first on the hands actually, but it's a little more visible than the other one.
I was actually expecting to get some shit for it from my parents, just because it's so... right there, impossible to hide and all that. But my mom surprised me, as she has done so many time before, by loving it. She kept admiring it, saying how cute it was, and every time i'd see her she'd hold her hand next to mine and say "i could see myself with one of these".
It didn't take long before "i could see myself with one" became "when can i get one?"

So yesterday my mom, who never had any interest in tattoos, got a tattoo... on her finger!!!!
If that doesn't make her a total badass, i don't know what does!!

Now i didn't take a picture of the finished tattoo, i'll do that when it's healed, but i did take a few (roughly about a million and some video too) of her getting it.
Come on, this is huge!

Stencil time

She sat like this the whole time, cool as a cucumber, nay, cooler!

Closeup

I wish i could say that i'm proud of her, but that would imply that i had something to do with this and i didn't. It was all her, and my husband of course. But i am impressed.
Even my dad seemed a little impressed.

I got some work done too last night. My arm is the size of a small tree stump today. A swollen, red tree stump.

No good pictures though. Yesterday it was all bloody and today it's red and the size of my ankles. I have fat ankles, so it's worse than it sounds.

But here's a couple i took while getting tattooed (sitting like that is every bit as uncomfortable as it looks)

Sometimes focusing on something else helps. And sometimes it doesn't.


PS. My mom said it was more painful than she had expected. Not horrible, but as she said: "i can definitely feel it"
She's right. I'd even go as far as to say i hate it and it sucks monkey ass. But i'm still getting more.

Saturday, April 26, 2008

Benno

My grandfather is an older gentleman. He has never seen a blog, much less had his image posted on one. The latter part is about to change.

Earlier today me and my husband Allan went to see him. It's saturday, we brought cake and flowers and a laptop so we could show him pictures from our trip to Japan. He seemed to enjoy the pictures, even though i know he's never happy about us going away for too long.

I haven't uploaded the pictures i took today, but i took a bunch when i saw him on monday, so i'll just post a few of those instead.

Without further ado, my morfar smoking his pipe





And also from monday, Lucifer in his bike basket. Put that dog in a ray of sunshine and he falls asleep almost instantly

Friday, April 25, 2008

Third

Not having much to say is no excuse, the blogging must go on.

Nicks return from Austria has been todays highlight. We haven't seen him in about a month and a half, due to our always terrible travel coordination skills. He brough about a ton of Milka and Mozart Tafel (a variation on Mozart Kugel) chocolates home with him... and for some strange reason my tummy now hurts!? Couldn't possibly be all the chocolate i ate, everyone knows that candy is good for you.

I know it doesn't matter since only about five people are ever gonna read this (that's including me), but it bothers me that i can't come up with a good name... oh, well, it'll come to me.

I gotta go home before this turns into another 12 hour workday.

Still no name...

So Nick suggested Yellow Pants... for the blog name.
But see, i don't always wear yellow pants. And also, that title reminds me of that Alexis Bledel movie i've never seen, something with traveling sisterpants. And that can't be good!? I'm sure the movie wasn't.

So i was thinking: Amalie's Amazing Superblog! With the exclamation point of course.
Cause i do plan to make it amazing... eventually.

It's an idea, but i'll keep at it.

I made miso soup and onigiri for dinner. More like a snack dinner, but a healthy one.
Anyway it was good. And i needed comfort food.
While the customers at the shop have been nothing but lovely, the potential customers on the internet have been disrespectful little shitheads lately. People are such badasses online, right? I know that they would never dare talk to me in real life the way they do online, and that pisses me off even more.
I sometimes feel like it's a girl thing, that they don't respect me because i'm a girl, but Allan seems to think it's a counter-person thing. I wonder if all shop managers gets as much attitude from 20 year old brits with gay hair as i do?

Whatever. My real, real life is still awesome.

Here's a few shots i took on my way to work.


That's Lucifer, the tiny little dot in the middle. We usually walk by the lakes in good weather.




I will now make myself some popcorn and watch a dvd or something. I've spent way too much time on the computer today already.

Wednesday, April 23, 2008

First

It seems like you're nothing without a blog these days.
You barely exist. I too have a blog.
It's on myspace, on my profile.
So you'd think that was enough for me.
But no, i had to go get me another blog, somewhere else, more crap to update and keep track of.

Oh, and hello, I'm Amalie.
I'm danish, but this blog, it seems, is gonna be in english.
Why? Cause... i don't know, Danes kind of suck a little bit.

Here i am, in Copenhagen last weekend with my dog Lucifer (i'm wearing awesome boots from Japan, Lucifer is wearing a kimono, also from Japan):

Ok, that's enough for the first day.
Say, can you change the name of your blog later on? I'm pretty sure i hate this one already.