Colour neo-traditional tattoo of a yellow daffodil, a heart-shaped banner with lettering, and green leaves and an orange ribbon on the side of the ribs.

Daffodil and heart banner on the side ribs

Neo-trad · Ribs · Colour · Photo

A bold colour tattoo sits on the side of the torso, showing a yellow daffodil with green leaves and a curling orange ribbon. A heart-shaped banner with lettering and a small figure inside overlaps the flower. The thick dark outlines and saturated red, orange, yellow and green fills give it a flat, graphic finish against the skin, and a navel piercing is visible at the top of the frame.

Neo-trad Botanical Ribs Daffodil Heart Banner Lettering Ribbon Leaves Flower Figure

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A story inspired by this tattoo · fiction

The tin was meant to be ready by Mothering Sunday, and by the Thursday before it Ada had still not soldered the hinge. Her father watched from the far bench while the flux smoked, saying nothing, which was how she knew he thought she would fail.

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Tom Carbery had ordered it himself, standing in the shop doorway with rain dripping off his cap. He wanted a heart-shaped tin, the kind sold at the fair, with his name punched in capitals across the front and a gingerbread man inside to keep the sweetness honest. "For my mam," he said. "She likes daffodils, so put one on it, only don't make it look like a funeral."

She punched the letters one at a time, T, O, M, and when she reached the tail of the M the punch slipped and left a small ragged notch she could not file away. She almost started again. Then she pictured him turning the tin over in his cut hands, so she left the notch and painted the daffodil across the corner, its trumpet sitting over the mark like a bee on a leaf.

On Sunday he came back before the bells, out of breath, and did not ask the price. He lifted the lid. Inside was the gingerbread man she had cut from a scrap of red-gold tin, and beneath it a pressed daffodil, a little brown and flat, picked from the verge behind the forge. He ran his thumb over the notch and grinned. "That's me, that is," he said. "Always a bit wrong."