Black lace-pattern band tattoo across the thigh of a person sitting in a car, beside a white water bottle.

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Lace band tattoo on a thigh

Blackwork · Thigh · Black and grey · Photo

A close photograph of a black ornamental band tattoo wrapping across the outer thigh, with a lace-like pattern of scrolls and openwork motifs. The linework is bold and the areas of solid black ink give it strong contrast against the skin. A white printed water bottle rests on the leg beside the tattoo, and the image is cropped tightly around the thigh.

Blackwork Thigh Lace Band Ornamental pattern Scroll

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A story inspired by this tattoo · fiction

Sit closer, the lot of you, and mind the lamp. This is the tale of Hesper Tallow, who made lace in the town of Carrowmere when the sea still came up the river to drink at the market steps. Her thread was black, dyed from bog oak, and nobody in the kingdom could say why she would not use white like everyone else.

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One autumn King Aldous Venn rode down to the quay with a grievance. The tide had taken his harbour wall twice, and his wise men said a band of lace, wound round the river mouth and knotted with prayers, would hold the water back. He sent for Hesper with a cart of silver and told her to begin at dawn. She worked by candle through the winter, scroll upon scroll, and each scroll had an opening in it no bigger than a thumbnail, so that the wind could pass through the pattern and the water could not.

When the band was finished, it was laid across the estuary at the spring tide. The king stood on the wall with his hand on his sword. The sea came in, lifted the black lace, and let it sink. Not one stitch tore. The water went through every little window and kept on going, and the harbour wall stood dry for the first time in a generation. The king wept, then laughed, then asked her what she wanted.

She said she wanted nothing but her cart back. He sent it with the silver still in it. The story goes that the sea still comes to the market steps, but only at the hours the lace allows, and on Carrowmere quay you can still see black scrolls worn into the stones where the tide has been feeling its way through for three hundred years. Mind the lamp now. That is all of it.