location:
london, ENGLAND
client type: PA
client since: 1998
favorite style: traditional vampire
occupation: see above
thoughts: n/a
email: n/a
website: http://www.andrulla.com/
MY thoughts:
andrulla was the nightmare i never wanted to have come to life. not that she wasn't strikingly beautiful, kind, and TOTALLY uninterested in getting fangs, but it was a circumstance that i have only once (thank you GOD) had to deal with.
it was the same convention that i did julie dawn cole's fangs at, but two days before hand. andrulla was in the company of two friends, both of whom found the idea of fangs WONDERFUL. she, however, did not. now picture this......
a five foot X" woman in a neon green spandex dress (see body above) stands before my table looking TOTALLY nonplused. her friends are egging her on, "c'mon andrulla, it'll be fun". she FINALLY acquiesces and sits down in my chair. on goes the left fang. on goes the right. she asks me through a cloud of latex and saliva if i know what i'm doing and is it entirely safe.
i assure her of my credentials.
5 minutes later, off comes the left fang. then off comes........ i said OFF comes the r...... oh, bloody hell. now let me have another go.... nope.
this was the one time in my life that i found a fang irretrievably stuck to a person's tooth. yes, there were a few close encounters in the early days, but nothing had prepared me for the possibility of fitting a world champion body builder with a permanent egg tooth. we tried for over an hour before she demanded to be taken to an emergency room. lucky enough, there was a hospital next door. unlucky for me, they had no on call dentist.
i sent this poor woman home with a business card and $200 dollars, promising that as soon as she could have it professionally removed, i would compensate her for whatever additional expenses she incurred.
we spoke the next day, and as luck would have it, she could find nobody who would see her until the following monday. and so, miss blanchette spent the weekend with an egg tooth in her mouth, and i with egg all over my face.
she had it removed on monday morning and called me to let me know that the good doctor and i were all square. she also informed me that over the course of the weekend, she had grown rather attached to the fang (no jokes people), and for all of the trouble she had been through, it would be worth her time to have the set completed.
several days afterwards, i found myself face to face with her at the saint marks (that's in manhattan for those of you in rio linda) tattoo shop i worked out of at the time. i finished the job, and she couldn't have been happier. i was just happy to have my arms still attached to my body.
andrulla, you are an iron goddess. thank you for letting me live.
the end.
client type: PA
client since: 1998
favorite style: traditional vampire
occupation: see above
thoughts: n/a
email: n/a
website: http://www.andrulla.com/
MY thoughts:
andrulla was the nightmare i never wanted to have come to life. not that she wasn't strikingly beautiful, kind, and TOTALLY uninterested in getting fangs, but it was a circumstance that i have only once (thank you GOD) had to deal with.
it was the same convention that i did julie dawn cole's fangs at, but two days before hand. andrulla was in the company of two friends, both of whom found the idea of fangs WONDERFUL. she, however, did not. now picture this......
a five foot X" woman in a neon green spandex dress (see body above) stands before my table looking TOTALLY nonplused. her friends are egging her on, "c'mon andrulla, it'll be fun". she FINALLY acquiesces and sits down in my chair. on goes the left fang. on goes the right. she asks me through a cloud of latex and saliva if i know what i'm doing and is it entirely safe.
i assure her of my credentials.
5 minutes later, off comes the left fang. then off comes........ i said OFF comes the r...... oh, bloody hell. now let me have another go.... nope.
this was the one time in my life that i found a fang irretrievably stuck to a person's tooth. yes, there were a few close encounters in the early days, but nothing had prepared me for the possibility of fitting a world champion body builder with a permanent egg tooth. we tried for over an hour before she demanded to be taken to an emergency room. lucky enough, there was a hospital next door. unlucky for me, they had no on call dentist.
i sent this poor woman home with a business card and $200 dollars, promising that as soon as she could have it professionally removed, i would compensate her for whatever additional expenses she incurred.
we spoke the next day, and as luck would have it, she could find nobody who would see her until the following monday. and so, miss blanchette spent the weekend with an egg tooth in her mouth, and i with egg all over my face.
she had it removed on monday morning and called me to let me know that the good doctor and i were all square. she also informed me that over the course of the weekend, she had grown rather attached to the fang (no jokes people), and for all of the trouble she had been through, it would be worth her time to have the set completed.
several days afterwards, i found myself face to face with her at the saint marks (that's in manhattan for those of you in rio linda) tattoo shop i worked out of at the time. i finished the job, and she couldn't have been happier. i was just happy to have my arms still attached to my body.
andrulla, you are an iron goddess. thank you for letting me live.
the end.