Two matching fine script tattoos on the soles of two feet reading Like Mother and Like Daughter, each with a small red heart.

Like Mother and Like Daughter script on feet

Fine line · Other · Mixed · Photo

Two feet are shown side by side, each with black script lettering on the sole reading Like Mother and Like Daughter. Each phrase has a small red heart beside it, and the lines are thin and even with little shading. The photo is warm toned against a pale floor, with the tattoos sitting across the arch and the ball of each foot.

Fine line Lettering Other Script Lettering Heart Mother Foot

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A story inspired by this tattoo · fiction

Nell Harrow had been lettering shop fascias on Cable Street for thirty-one years, and the gold leaf on the chemist's board still caught the streetlamp each evening as she locked up. Tonight her daughter Ruth sat on the step with a flask of tea going cold between her knees, watching her mother thin a little ultramarine into the size pot the way she always had.

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The commission was a dressmaker's window in Bethnal Green, a looping script that had to read backwards from the pavement. Nell had taught Ruth the loops at the kitchen table when Ruth was seven: the stroke that climbs and then comes back down, the way you lift the brush before the tail so it doesn't blot. Ruth had mastered the capitals faster than her mother ever had and was far worse at patience. Every card she spoiled, she tore in half and dropped in the bin with a little groan.

On the last night, Ruth asked why her mother still kept the old card with the dates on it, the one where the sign-writer who taught Nell had signed his name in the corner in small, pleased capitals. Nell said it was so the work would know whose it was. Ruth said she was going to London in the spring, to a job that paid in pounds rather than favours, and her mother said nothing for a long while, only wiped the brush on her apron.

In the morning Nell walked out early, before the bakery vans. The window was finished. Someone, probably Ruth, had added a tiny red heart beside the second line, painted so small it looked like a drop of wine. Nell stood on the pavement and read the letters from the wrong side of the glass, the way the dressmaker's customers would never see them, and found that the words came out clear in both directions.