Eight numbered sheets of gold and silver metallic temporary tattoo designs, featuring Greek letters, geometric patterns, anchors and chevrons.

Gold metallic Greek letter temporary tattoo sheets

Lettering · Colour · Flash

The image shows eight numbered sheets of metallic temporary tattoo designs, mostly gold with some silver, set against a white background. The designs are built from Greek letters in block and script forms, alongside geometric bands, diamond and chevron patterns, anchors, stars, hearts, infinity symbols and a lyre. Each sheet is arranged as a flat layout of separate motifs, with no body or skin visible.

Lettering Geometric Letter Geometric pattern Chevron Diamond Anchor Star Heart Infinity Fleur-de-lis Script Banner

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A story inspired by this tattoo · fiction

The gold leaf lived in a tin no bigger than a matchbox, and Ida Penrose kept it wrapped in her mother's handkerchief so the harbour damp couldn't lift it. Every boat in Cullen Bay wanted its name on the transom in gold, and most wanted something smaller besides: a lyre for a skipper who'd once played in the brass band, a fleur-de-lis for a wife, a little anchor for luck. Ida sketched each one on brown paper first, then laid the leaf down with a fine brush and a breath of egg white. I was twelve the summer she let me do the serifs.

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The Morag Rose came in on a Tuesday with a sheet of paper folded inside the skipper's oilskin. Three letters, drawn by a hand that pressed hard, and beside them a small anchor with the flukes worn flat. Ida looked at the paper for a long time. Then she asked him who they were for, and he said the boy who went over the side in February, and that he wanted them on the bow where the crew would see them coming in. She didn't charge him for the leaf. She made me hold the brush steady while she did the middle letter, because her hands had started to shake that year and she said mine would not.

We painted them on a grey morning with the gulls shouting over the breakwater. By noon the spray had dulled the first coat, and by winter the gold had gone the colour of old pennies. The boat still went out every dawn and came home every evening, and nobody in the bay ever asked what the letters stood for.

Ida kept the brown sketch pinned above the kettle until she died. The anchor is drawn a little crooked, the way a man draws when his hand is cold, and the gold is long gone from the paper, but the lines are still sharp enough that I can trace them with my finger.