Colour tattoo on the inner forearm of red Barbie script with a realistic lipstick tube, shaded in orange, red and black.

Barbie script and lipstick on a forearm

Lettering · Forearm · Colour · Photo

A red script word reading Barbie runs across the forearm, with a lipstick tube at the right end that fades into a soft shadow. The script has solid red fill and the lipstick uses orange, red and black with smooth shading to give a rounded, three-dimensional look. The tattoo fills most of the frame against a blurred warm background.

Lettering Realism Forearm Script Lipstick

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A story inspired by this tattoo · fiction

Nell Harker kept one lipstick in her apron pocket, a red stick her sister had brought back from Sheffield, and she kept it through the whole winter the colliery stood idle. Scarrow Bank had nothing to spend on but soup and rent, and in that row of grey doors the lipstick was the only thing that wasn't grey.

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On pay Fridays, when the men came up from the shaft, Nell wrote her name on the back step with it, letter by letter, so the coal dust could not swallow it. Her father called it foolishness. Her brother Tom said she should save the colour for something worth it. She went on writing. By March the name had worn to a smudge, and she had not yet written anything that would last.

On the eleventh of March the Hollin roof came down and Tom did not come up with the others. The village stood at the pithead with lamps while the rescue men went in. Nell took the stick from her pocket, worn now to a stub, and wrote Tom's name on the brick of the winding house, then on the gatepost, then on every stone she could reach, until the rain ran it down the gutters in red threads.

They found him before dawn, sitting against a prop with his lamp still burning. He said he had followed a red line of light up the roadway, bright as a dropped ribbon, and had walked towards it until he hit fresh air. Nell kept the stub in the drawer. The step still bore a faint curl of her letters, and the men who came up on Fridays stepped over it without thinking, as if it were a mark that had always been there.