Black linework flash sheet showing the word Sprinkles set in many lettering styles, including Dutch serif, script, curved and hand-drawn forms.

Sprinkles lettering variations on a flash sheet

Lettering · Black and grey · Flash

A black ink flash sheet with the word SPRINKLES drawn in a range of lettering styles, labelled with notes such as Dutch 1930s serif, sans serif, script and curved. The forms vary from bold outlined capitals and shadowed letters to flowing monoline script and small decorative flourishes. The sheet is drawn in black on white, with the designs stacked vertically and spaced evenly.

Lettering Sprinkles Lettering Script Serif Flourish Banner

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A story inspired by this tattoo · fiction

Mrs Okafor wanted the word fat and friendly, the way the old Dutch bakers used to paint their shop fronts, so I spent the first week of December drawing SPRINKLES in every hand I had. I pinned the sheets to the back of the workshop door, twelve of them, and she came in on the Tuesday with flour still on her coat and stood in front of them a long time without speaking.

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"That one," she said at last, and put a floury finger on the bottom line, where the letters sat square and plain with little burst marks above them like sparks off a struck match. I asked her why, because I had always thought it the least of the lot. "My son counted the tops of the letters when he was four. He said it looked like it was snowing on them. He's in Leeds now, and he rings on Sundays."

So I took the dozen sheets down and used the bottom one. Gold leaf on the glass, outlined in black, the sparks picked out in white. It took three days in the cold with the door propped open and a paraffin heater hissing at my feet, and my fingers stiffened around the quill until I had to stop and blow on them between strokes. Every evening the street smelt of bread from the back of her ovens, and every morning the frost had crept a little further up the pane.

On the last night the lamps buzzed and the glass threw back the glow from inside the shop. I stood on the pavement reading the word the way anyone passing would, and it looked less like a name painted over a door than something being said out loud, slowly and carefully, so that it would not be missed. I found I did not want to touch the brush to it again.