Woman in a white strapless dress holding a bouquet of orange and yellow flowers, with a realistic portrait tattoo on her upper arm and a colourful floral sleeve on her forearm.

Bride with tattooed arms holding a bouquet

Realism · Upper arm · Mixed · Photo

A woman in a white strapless wedding dress holds a bouquet of dahlias, ranunculus, billy buttons and seed pods in orange, pink and yellow. Her left upper arm carries a greyscale portrait-style tattoo of a face, while her right arm is covered by a fuller sleeve with red, orange and green elements, including figurative and floral shapes. The face of the person is cropped out, and the background is softly blurred outdoor foliage.

Realism Upper arm Forearm Portrait Face Sleeve Flower Dahlia Bouquet Floral

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A story inspired by this tattoo · fiction

The frost came sliding down the allotment lane before Nell had finished lifting the dahlias, so she worked with her gloves off and her breath standing in front of her like a second, slower woman. Each tuber came up from the black soil heavy and knobbed, clotted with earth, and she laid them in a row on the potting bench the way Ted had taught her, tallest first.

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Saturday was her Bethan's wedding. The bouquet had been Bethan's idea, a loose armful of whatever was still standing in October, and Nell had promised to cut the stems herself. Billy buttons hung upside down from a nail on the shed beam, their yellow heads gone papery. Ruth from the florist's on Cattle Market Road would come at nine for the rest, but she had already said she wanted the seed pods, the dry brown ones that rattled like teeth in a tin.

"You'll want the poppy heads wired," Ruth said, when she arrived with her van still running and her hair tied up in a scarf. "Not the orange ones, they'll drop petals in the car." Nell handed her the ranunculus anyway, wrapped in yesterday's newspaper, and kept back a single dahlia the colour of a fox's coat.

That one she slipped into a paper bag and wrote on it in pencil: the colour, the year, and the word keep. She put it on the top shelf above the paraffin heater, where the frost could not reach, and went out to see about the cabbages.