Colour neo-trad tattoo of a bouquet of poppies, tulips and a daisy with green leaves and a blue vase, across the upper arm and shoulder.

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Bold flower bouquet on an upper arm

Neo-trad · Upper arm · Colour · Photo

A bouquet of stylised flowers sits in a blue vase, with a large pink poppy at the top, a red tulip on the right and an orange tulip on the left. A pale daisy-like bloom sits in the centre, surrounded by green leaves. Bold black outlines and flat areas of saturated colour give the piece a graphic, illustrative look, and the arrangement wraps across the upper arm and onto the shoulder.

Neo-trad Upper arm Shoulder Flower Poppy Tulip Daisy Bouquet Leaves

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A story inspired by this tattoo · fiction

Ruth found the hairline crack in the blue vase at twenty to eight, forty minutes before the delivery was due at St Ninian's church hall. The vase was the one thing Dot had insisted on. "Blue like the sea at Whitby," she'd said the week before, pushing the order form across the counter with the nub of a biro. Ruth turned the vase in the light from the hall's one working window and decided nobody would look that closely under the flowers, provided the water stayed put.

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Poppies went in first, because they were the difficult ones. Three red heads on wire stems that all wanted to lean towards the door. Ruth cut each stem at an angle, the way her nan had taught her with a bread knife, and pressed them into the foam until they stopped arguing. The tulips came next, orange on the left and red on the right, and then the pale daisy, which was the bride's own choice. "Something that looks picked this morning," Dot's daughter had said, "not bought off a van." Ruth had said nothing to that, because the van was hers.

By nine the bouquet sat on the trestle table beside the tea urn, and it looked less like an arrangement than a small crowd of people who had all turned round at once. Ruth stood back with her hands in her coat pockets. A cousin in a yellow hat came in asking where the toilets were, stopped halfway across the lino and said it was lovely, really lovely, as if she were surprised to find she meant it.

Dot arrived at half past, in her good shoes, and looked at the flowers for a long moment without saying anything. Then: "Your nan would have done the poppies differently." "I know." "She'd have been right." Dot lifted the blue vase, turned it so the crack faced the wall, and set it down exactly where it had been. "Leave it. Nobody ever married a vase."