Black and grey botanical tattoo of peonies and leaves on the outer thigh of a person sitting in a car.

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Peony cluster on the outer thigh

Botanical · Thigh · Black and grey · Photo

A black and grey tattoo of peony blooms and leaves wraps down the outer thigh, with the petals built from fine linework and soft shading. The legs are bare below denim shorts and sneakers, and the person sits in a car seat with the tattoo as the clear focal point. The image is in colour, but the ink is black and grey only.

Botanical Thigh Peony Flower Leaves Rose

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A story inspired by this tattoo · fiction

Dear Hettie, the peonies came up the lane in the back of Mr Ashdown's van on Thursday, wrapped in wet newspaper like something smuggled, and I had to sit down on the step before I could sign for them. Forty stems of the dark ones, the ruffled crowns that look as if someone folded them by hand. Nobody warned me they would smell so strong.

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The wedding is Saturday. Your niece wants them loose in jam jars along the trestle tables, not arranged, and she was very firm about it. I told her a peony arranged is a peony murdered. She laughed at me the way she did at six, when I said the hedgehog was only sleeping. So I have spent two evenings stripping leaves and setting the stems in the cool pantry, and every bloom I open gives me a small fright, the way they unfurl pleat after pleat until there is a whole little city of petals in one palm.

Mr Ashdown says the trick is to cut them in bud, when the colour shows just under the skin like a bruise. I did not tell him I have been practising on the kitchen bin. Yesterday I drew the bush from the back hedge in pencil, the way Mother taught us, shading the inner petals darker than you think you should. I have enclosed it. Tell me if the centre looks too heavy.

Saturday, then. Bring the good scissors and wear the blue. I will have the jars lined up by the gate, and when the vicar asks where the flowers came from, I will tell him the garden did most of the work, which is nearly true.