At thirty-two, I’ve had a heck of a ride so far. A few years ago I suffered a loss I never expected, and had to begin my life over. So I did what any rational young woman would do.

I began learning how to tattoo.

I moved my small town, Jesus-loving, artsy-craftsy butt from Washington to Oregon to chase a dream.

Turns out tattooing is is the work I've been searching for my whole life.

Now I’m in my seventh year of tattooing, and I’ve come back to Washington to make Seattle my home and continue living the dream.

Welcome to my little piece of the tattoo world. I’m so glad you stopped by.