A model in a grey crop top and black lace-up shorts shows colourful tattoos covering her right upper arm and forearm.

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Colourful arm tattoos with lace-up denim shorts

Upper arm · Colour · Photo

A cropped photograph of a woman from the chest down wearing a grey ribbed crop top and black lace-up denim shorts with rolled hems. Her right arm, visible at the edge of the frame, carries colourful tattoos from the upper arm to the forearm, with reds, greens and yellows visible, though fine detail is hard to make out at this size. The plain white background keeps the focus on the arm and the styled outfit.

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A story inspired by this tattoo · fiction

The dye-house on Tanners Row ran on three colours and a great deal of swearing, and Nell Havery had been stirring the madder vat since she was tall enough to reach its rim. Her mother taught her that red was the hardest. Weld gave yellow for the asking, woad came up grey and only turned blue when it met the air, and green had to be built by hand, a yellow bath laid over a blue one, layer on layer, until the cloth agreed to it.

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The cloth that came in that spring was forty yards of silk for a travelling showman, who wanted every colour the dye-house owned and then one more. Nell asked him what the one more was. He said she would know it when she gave it to him. She lay awake turning that over, and in the morning she went down to the river, cut a length of reed, and found that madder took darker where the reed had been bound tight with twine.

She knotted the twine in patterns she had never tried, drew the cloth through the vats in turn, and let each colour take wherever the knots had held it back. When she lifted the first skein out, the yellow lay in ribbons across the green like light through a broken shutter. The showman turned it over in his hands for a long time without speaking.

'That's the one more,' he said at last, and paid her in silver. She never told him the trick was nothing but patience and a good knot. Her mother used to say the best dyeing is the kind whose seams you cannot find. Nell kept the leftover twine in a tin by the stove, and whenever a customer asked what she used, she gave them the same answer: tie it tighter than you think you need to.