Two side-by-side photos of a black lace garter tattoo with a soft pink bow on the upper thigh.

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Lace garter with pink bow on a thigh

Thigh · Mixed · Photo

A black lace garter tattoo wraps around the upper thigh, with scalloped edges and fine detailed linework. A soft pink bow sits on the outer side of the garter, shaded with a light, watery wash. The image shows two similar photographs side by side against a dark patterned backdrop.

Thigh Lace Garter Bow Ribbon

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A story inspired by this tattoo · fiction

The lace came off the Calais boat in a tin box packed with tissue paper, and Marguerite Pell refused to open it until the carter had been paid in full. You stood beside her on the wet cobbles of Porthlow quay with a crate of pilchards at your hip, watching her count coins into his palm one at a time, slowly enough to make him sweat.

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It was black bobbin lace, scalloped along one edge like the fringe of a cockle shell. She had spent three winters learning the stitch from a nun in Dieppe who would not say her own name aloud, and now she held the strip up to the lamp outside the net loft and turned it so the light fell through the holes. 'Garters,' she said. 'Not for the chapel. For the Saturday girls at the Anchor who think they are Parisian.'

She had dyed a length of silk ribbon the pink of the inside of a shell, cut it wider than she needed, and tied it into a bow with the knot her mother had taught her. The dye had bled softly at the edges like a wash of watercolour, and she pinned it to the lace with a single brass pin and called it a spoiled piece, not worth the freight. You knew better. She would never sell anything that looked careless.

On the Friday the Anchor's girls came down the steps in their good boots, laughing too loudly, and one of them stopped under the gaslight to settle her hem. The bow caught the light for a moment before the lace swallowed it again. Marguerite watched from the loft window with her arms folded and said nothing at all, which from her was the highest praise there was.