Traditional style colour tattoo of a gramophone with a red rose, green leaves and a small blue flower on the outer thigh.

Enlarged with AI from a smaller original

Gramophone and rose on a thigh

Traditional · Thigh · Mixed · Photo

A gramophone with a black horn, orange dotted ring and small blue flower sits above a red rose with dark green leaves. Bold black outlines and flat solid fills dominate, with the red, orange and green adding strong colour contrast. The design is centred on the upper thigh, with a patterned garment and white paper visible around the edges of the frame.

Traditional Thigh Rose Flower Leaves

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A story inspired by this tattoo · fiction

The lift had been broken since Tuesday, so Ronnie Cage carried the gramophone up fourteen flights with the brass horn knocking the banister at every landing. He swore at each one. The box was heavier than it looked, and the rose he had tucked under his free arm in a jam jar had already lost a petal on the stairs.

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Edna Hurst was waiting at her door in a cardigan buttoned wrong. "Mind the paintwork," she said, though the paintwork had looked like that since 1974. She led him through to the front room, where the net curtains moved against the open window and the whole estate smelt of wet concrete and somebody's frying onions. She wanted it on the sill, facing the room, so the music could carry out across the car park the way it used to on summer evenings.

He wound the handle eleven times and lowered the needle onto a 78 with a hairline crack that she said was older than both of them. The Blue Lamp Waltz came up thin and grainy, then warmer, the horn throwing it out over the bins and the pigeons and the boys kicking a ball against the garage shutters. Edna stood with one hand on the back of the armchair and her eyes shut. Ronnie kept his thumb against the jar so the rose wouldn't tip.

When the record ran out she didn't reach for the arm. She said her husband had courted her to that tune in the Majestic ballroom with a red carnation on his lapel, and that she had never once let him pin it on her. Ronnie picked up the jar and set it beside the horn, the stem leaning out towards the car park. "There," she said. "Now it can see the view as well."