Gold metallic temporary tattoos reading bride and team bride in script on a forearm and upper arm, with a gold geometric design at the wrist.

Gold bride temporary tattoos on arms

Lettering · Forearm · Colour · Photo

Several arms are crossed together, each showing gold metallic temporary tattoos of handwritten script that reads bride and team bride. The lettering is solid and smooth, with no shading, and the gold ink reads as a single metallic colour against the skin. The background shows pink clothing, a tiled floor and a yellow sign, with a gold triangular pattern visible at the lower left wrist.

Lettering Forearm Upper arm Bride Script Triangle

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A story inspired by this tattoo · fiction

The rain came sideways into Dunmore Street market at half past eight, and Marjorie Pell had the awning up before the first customer, which was the only sensible thing about my morning. My stall sells what the market calls novelties: plastic tiaras, bunting, sheets of transfers you press on with a damp cloth. Gold sells best. Nobody buys silver for a hen do.

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A woman in a yellow mac ducked under the awning on Tuesday with three friends behind her, all shouting over the drumming canvas about a minibus that had been booked for eleven and turned up at ten to nine. She wanted gold script, the word bride written in the loose hand of a birthday card, and then, because she was sure of herself, a second sheet that said team bride. She asked for triangles along the edges too, and I had to dig through the back box under a catalogue from 2009 to find them.

I pressed them on for her under the awning while the rain ran off the edges in ropes. The gold came up clean, the way it always does when the skin is dry, and I told her they'd last three days if she didn't scrub. She held the sheet up to the grey light and the friends went quiet, the way people do when a thing looks more real than they expected.

After they'd gone I stood with the damp cloth in my hand, thinking that thirty-one years ago I had been the one shouting under an umbrella, and that the word had worn off faster than the gold. By noon the rain had thinned to nothing. I sold the last sheet of bride to a lad buying it for his sister, and I didn't tell him it was the last one.