Black and grey tattoo of a lace garter band with a corset-style lace-up panel and a bow, sitting on the thigh.

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Lace corset garter tattoo on a thigh

Thigh · Black and grey · Photo

The tattoo shows a lace garter band on the left with a scalloped edge and floral lace motifs, joined to a corset-style panel with crisscrossing laces and eyelets. A bow with two looped ribbon tails sits at the lower centre of the design. The work uses black linework with grey shading to give the lace and ribbons depth, and the design wraps around the leg against a plain background of skin.

Thigh Lace Garter Corset Bow Flower Ribbon

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A story inspired by this tattoo · fiction

Mrs Ada Pilling had the grey silk ribbon half unspooled across the counter before the bell over the door had stopped swinging, and she was already cross with the price of it. Her brother Walter stood at the back bench with a bradawl in his fist, grumbling that the eyelets on the corset panel were too close together for a girl who meant to dance. The order had come up from the Empire on Tuesday in a hatbox, folded in tissue, with a note that said only: lace on the left, boning on the right, and make it do both.

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Ada matched the blue-grey by holding each length against the window, the way her mother had taught her, until she found a spool tucked behind the cotton tins in the bottom drawer. It had her mother's pencil mark on the label, a date from before the war and a word Ada could no longer read without her spectacles. Walter pierced the eyelets in a neat diagonal, and Ada worked the scalloped lace along the top edge with stitches so fine they vanished into the grain of the cloth.

The dancer came back on the Monday, pulled the garter from her bag and turned it over slowly under the gaslight. She said the lace was too handsome to hide under a stocking, and asked whether the bow could be made to show. Ada took the ribbon from her again, looped it twice so the rings lay open like a pair of spectacles, and let the tails fall long and loose. The dancer laughed, paid in silver, and went out without looking back at the shop.

When the room was quiet, Ada swept the clippings into an old tea tin and wrote KEEP on the lid in her mother's careful hand.