Upper arm with blue and pink floral tattoos, a small butterfly and the words Always and forever in black script, shown beside a bouquet.

Floral upper arm tattoos with script

Botanical · Upper arm · Mixed · Photo

A bare upper arm, partly covered by a white lace sleeve, carries several floral tattoos in blue, pink, red and teal, including a blue bloom with pink roses and a butterfly. Below the upper cluster, the words Always and forever are written in black script lettering. The arm is shown against a plain light background with a bouquet of white and green flowers to the right.

Botanical Lettering Upper arm Flower Rose Butterfly Leaves Berry Script Bouquet

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A story inspired by this tattoo · fiction

The transfer sheets came up from the printers in Birmingham damp and smelling of turpentine, and Nell Harcourt spent most of that March sorting them into bundles tied with garden string. Her father had painted every bloom on the sheets before the war, but his hands had stiffened, so the work passed to her: a blue cornflower the size of a thumbprint, two pale roses with their edges gone pink, a monarch butterfly with its wings held open as if still making up its mind.

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Mrs Pryce came into the shop on a wet Thursday wanting something for her daughter's wedding card. Nell said the transfers would only last a week or two before they rubbed away. Mrs Pryce set her handbag on the counter, opened it, and took out a wedding invitation already soft at the folds. "Then put something on it that won't rub," she said. "Always and forever. We'll see which of them keeps."

Nell lettered the words herself with a steel nib, the loops of the capitals drawn slow and even, and she painted the bouquet beneath them with a sable brush, letting each petal dry in the window before she added the next. The berries she made red and teal, because the bride had written that the wedding would be in autumn and she wanted the colours of the hedgerows. When the card was done, it looked like something a person could keep in a drawer for fifty years.

Mrs Pryce came back the following spring. The card had been folded and unfolded so often that the butterfly had gone, but the words were still there, and so were the cornflowers. Nell took the card to the back table, found a clean sheet, and sketched the monarch again in the margin of her ledger, its wings open, still deciding.