Traditional-style colour tattoo of a pin-up woman with knitting needles in curled hair and a banner reading I love yarn, on the upper arm.

Pin-up knitter with I love yarn banner

Traditional · Upper arm · Colour · Photo

A cartoon pin-up woman with dark curled hair, knitting needles and yellow bows sits above a blue top with knitting work and an orange banner reading I love yarn. The design uses bold black outlines, flat fills and red and pink accents on the lips and cheeks. The tattoo fills the centre of the frame on a bare upper arm, with a lace top and blonde hair at the edge of the shot.

Traditional Upper arm Woman Pin-up Knitting needle Yarn Bow Banner Lettering Hair Portrait

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A story inspired by this tattoo · fiction

The Halloway Brothers' Travelling Circus had been losing its canvas for three summers before anybody thought to ask Nell Ashby what she meant to do about it. She was the wardrobe woman, though nobody paid her for the title, and she sat on an upturned crate by the cookhouse with a jumper in her lap that had once been a lion's blanket and a pair of needles tucked down the side of her chair. "Wool doesn't rot the way canvas does," she said, and went on knitting.

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She knitted all that autumn. Grey from the ringmaster's late father's cardigan, orange from a fox-coloured scarf the strongman's mother had left him, blue from the sleeves of a dead man's shirt. The wagons were parked on the common at Thorne, and every evening the lamps went out and the needles clicked on in the dark. By the first frost she had a tent of sorts, purled into a bell shape that smelled of woodsmoke and lanolin, with a yellow bow tied to the centre pole.

The ringmaster laughed at it until the rain came. It held. The rain ran off the knitted walls in beads and the sawdust stayed dry, and the people of Thorne came in their muddy boots to see a circus under a jumper. The little girl who sold toffee apples sat in the front row with her chin on her hands, and the clowns, who had not performed in a month, began again.

Nell never went inside. She finished the last panel in the same yellow as the bow, pulled the final yarn through, and handed the needles to the girl. "Mind the dropped stitches," she said. "They always come back to you."