Black and grey botanical tattoo of two hydrangea blooms and leaves, shaded with dotwork, on an upper arm.

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Hydrangea blooms and leaves on an upper arm

Botanical · Upper arm · Black and grey · Photo

The tattoo shows two large hydrangea-style flower heads with clustered petals, joined by broad leaves and stems that run down the arm. Fine linework outlines the petals and veins, while stippled dotwork builds the shading in the leaves and flower centres. The design is in black and grey ink and wraps around the upper arm, with a patterned fabric visible in the background.

Botanical Dotwork Upper arm Flower Leaf Stem Botanical

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A story inspired by this tattoo · fiction

The hydrangeas at Mrs Pelling's gate had been blue the summer her husband went to the mill, and by the time he came back up the valley they were the colour of old pennies. Nobody in Hollow Brook thought that meant anything. Flowers changed with the soil, her mother used to say, and the soil in that village had never been kind to anything.

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At the harvest dance in the Corn Exchange, the fiddler had a tune nobody could name, and Ada Pelling danced it with her cousin's boy until her shoes split at the heel. Afterwards she walked home alone along the beck, carrying the shoes in one hand and a bunch of cut hydrangea in the other, because she had promised the vicar's wife a bouquet for Sunday and had stolen the blooms from the wrong garden.

The beck was high. A woman stood on the far bank in a dress printed with leaves, black on white, and she was counting the flower heads in Ada's hand one by one as if they owed her money. When she reached the last, she held out her palm. Ada gave her the bunch. The woman tucked a leaf behind her own ear and said that the dance was over for the year, and that Ada might keep the shoes.

In the morning the gate was bare and the blooms on the kitchen table had gone dark and heavy, each petal dotted with ink-black seed. Ada wore the shoes to the mill anyway, heel flapping, and nobody at the Corn Exchange ever again asked her to dance.