Black and grey tattoos on a seated woman's arm and thigh, including a shaded rose and script on the upper arm and a larger ornamental design on the thigh.

Rose, script and ornamental thigh tattoos

Upper arm · Black and grey · Photo

A woman sits in a vehicle wearing a pale acid-wash romper, with her face out of frame. Her upper arm and forearm carry a shaded rose, a chain-like linework design running down to the wrist, and partly visible script, while a larger ornamental piece covers her upper thigh and extends toward the knee. The tattoos are rendered in black and grey with soft shading and fine detail, and the photograph is taken at an angle from above.

Upper arm Forearm Thigh Rose Script Chain Ornament

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A story inspired by this tattoo · fiction

Nell Harker had counted the brass cloakroom checks on their hook every winter for nine years, so she noticed at once when the new singer at the Palais on Lansdowne Pier hung a chain of her own on the hook beside them. It was fine silver link, and the clasp was shaped like a small iron gate. The girl said her name was Ivy Marsh, that she had come down from Bethnal Green on a train with one suitcase and a letter, and she sang the way other people apologised, softly at first and then all at once.

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The band leader, Mr Doyle, liked her well enough to put her on the bill above the Saturday tea dances. A gramophone man from London came down in a camel coat to listen, and by the second week he had written out a contract on the back of a menu. Ivy read it twice at the cloakroom counter while Nell polished the brass. Then she painted a red rose on the lid of her music case with a sable brush and a tin of enamel borrowed from the caretaker, and she didn't say a word about the contract at all.

On the last night before the London train, the floor was chalked for the Valse Anglaise and the bandstand lights were turned down to amber. Nell found Ivy alone, singing to the empty tables while the cleaners swept the sawdust toward the doors. When the song ended, Ivy unhooked her silver chain from the cloakroom rail, looped it once around the stem of a rose from the florist's bucket, and set it on the counter between them. Nell swept the petals into her dustpan that night, all but one, which she kept pressed in the ledger where the checks were logged.