Colour neo-traditional tattoo of a faceted purple heart gem framed by lace and beaded chains, placed on the chest below the breasts.

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Purple gem heart with lace chain on the chest

Neo-trad · Chest · Colour · Photo

A large faceted purple heart gem sits at the centre of the design, shaded with pink and lilac highlights. It is framed by a gold-edged setting, a black lace-like band across the top, and hanging chains of black and pink beads with purple drops. Bold black outlines define the ornate shapes against smooth skin, and the composition is symmetrical and centred on the sternum.

Neo-trad Chest Heart Gem Jewel Lace Chain Bead Pendant

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A story inspired by this tattoo · fiction

The stone is still warm from your palm when you set it on the velvet, and Mrs Okafor leans over the counter with her reading glasses pushed up into her hair. You have spent the whole morning in the back room of Lyndon's on Hurst Street coaxing decades of tarnish off a gold setting with a soft brush and a bowl of warm soapy water. Two of the jet beads on the lace band had gone, so you matched them from the spares tray, and the drops along the fringe swing when you tilt the case.

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The necklace was her mother's, bought in Hatton Garden for a wedding that never happened, then worn by her daughter, then left in a biscuit tin until somebody remembered it. Tomorrow it goes on her granddaughter at St Mary's, and Mrs Okafor wants the heart polished until you can see yourself in every facet. So you hand her the loupe and tell her, gently, what you saw under it last night. The colour sits too evenly, and there is a tiny trapped bubble near the girdle, the kind a furnace leaves behind. It is very good glass, but it is not amethyst.

She is quiet for so long that the clock above the door seems loud. Then she laughs, a short surprised sound. 'My mother always said the family jewels were the ones nobody could steal,' she says, and folds the velvet back over the heart. 'Grandad sold the real one to pay for the shop roof. She never let him know she knew.' You do not ask whether he ever found out.

You fasten the clasp for her, then step back to check the chain hangs level. Under the shop lamp the lilac fire flickers just as it did the night before, and nobody in the pews tomorrow will ever know the difference. You find that you do not mind.