Colour tattoo of three green shamrocks with pale pink banners reading Live, Laugh and Love, in a traditional style with black outlines.

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Three shamrocks with Live Laugh Love banners

Traditional · Mixed · Photo

Three green shamrocks sit alongside three ribbon banners that read Live, Laugh and Love in black script. The banners have pale pink fills and bold black outlines, with the shamrocks shaded in layered greens. The design is arranged diagonally across the image on plain skin with soft, even lighting.

Traditional Shamrock Banner Ribbon Love Script lettering Clover Leaves

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A story inspired by this tattoo · fiction

The ribbons were my job, not Dad's. Every August the fair pitched on the rec in Ashford, and he stood at the back of the coconut shy with a roll of pink satin under one arm, shouting that every child would leave with a prize, which was true, though the prizes cost him about tuppence. Mam called it a racket. He called it the only honest trade left on the circuit, because nobody who went home with a ribbon ever believed they'd been cheated.

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The summer I turned fourteen, a boy called Tomas Kearney won the whole board of shamrock badges off the hoopla and came back asking for one more. He wanted it for his little sister, who was in a bed at the hospital in Canterbury with a leg that wouldn't mend. Dad looked at the green felt clovers he had stitched himself years before in a flat in Limerick, and he didn't hand over a badge. He took out his fountain pen, wrote LIVE on one strip of satin, LAUGH on another, LOVE on the third, and tied all three to the boy's wrist in a bow that wouldn't come undone.

Tomas didn't come back in September. The fair moved on to Dover and then to Hythe, and I kept thinking about that wrist. In October a parcel arrived at the caravan addressed to my father in careful capitals. Inside was a photograph of a girl on crutches, grinning, with three faded ribbons knotted around one of them.

Dad pinned the photo above the ring toss and said nothing about it for the rest of the winter. The next August he had a fresh roll of satin on the stall, and every child who won got a strip, tied to a wrist or a handlebar and read aloud before it was given: Live, laugh, love. He never once charged for the words.