Traditional colour tattoo of a red stand mixer with a steel bowl and two orange roses with green leaves on the outer thigh.

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Red stand mixer and orange roses on a thigh

Traditional · Thigh · Mixed · Photo

A red stand mixer with a polished steel bowl and beaters sits above two orange roses with dark green leaves and purple-tinted shading. The mixer has bold black outlines, white highlights and grey shading on the bowl, while the roses use warm orange tones. The design fills the upper thigh with the mixer angled diagonally and the roses clustered at the lower right.

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A story inspired by this tattoo · fiction

The mixer came up from Margate on the back of a van that smelled of vinegar, and Dot Carrow paid forty pounds for it before she had seen the bowl. It was the red of a pillar box, with a chrome plate on the front that somebody had polished so often the lettering had worn away. Her husband Ray said it was a waste of money. Ray had never once made a sponge that didn't sink in the middle.

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She used it every morning for eleven years. Victoria sponges for the Women's Institute, rock buns for the lifeboat crew, a christening cake shaped like a lighthouse that the vicar's wife still talks about. The beaters struck the steel bowl with a sound like a small bell rung by a careful hand, and Dot said that was how she knew the butter had softened right. When the bowl went quiet, the mixture was ready.

Ray died in the February, and the kitchen went very cold. Dot did not bake for a month. Then one Sunday the bell started up again from the back room, and it was her grandson Tom, nine years old, who had found the recipe card taped inside the cupboard door. His batter was lumpy and he had put in too much salt. When the first tray came out flat, he laughed so hard that Dot had to sit down on the step.

The Saturday after, she painted two roses on the lid of the old bread bin, orange as marmalade, with leaves the dark green of the sea wall at dusk. She set the mixer on the bench beside them and told Tom the bowl was his to keep clean. He polished it every week, and the lettering on the plate never came back.