Black and grey tattoo of a swirling vine with flowers and hearts across the top of a foot, beside red painted toenails.

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Vine and flower foot tattoo

Botanical · Other · Black and grey · Photo

A black and grey tattoo of a scrolling vine with hearts, five-petal flowers and small dots runs across the top of a foot. The linework is dark and fairly bold, with soft grey shading giving the flowers and hearts some depth. The foot rests on a dark surface, with the toes and red nail polish visible on the right.

Botanical Other Vine Flower Heart Swirl Scroll Dot

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A story inspired by this tattoo · fiction

Harold Pickersgill had been mixing lime putty since six, and by the time the church hall clock struck ten the ceiling rose above the Whitsby Institute was still a blank white disc. Mrs Ada Lumb had been clear about what she wanted. Ivy, she said, and something for the children, and no cherubs, because her late husband had called cherubs fat pigeons.

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Harold worked from a tin box of moulds his father had left him, pressing each scroll into wet plaster and lifting it free. The curls ran out from the centre like a dropped ribbon, and where the stems crossed he set small five-petalled flowers, a thumb's width apart. His apprentice, Eileen, pricked dots along the border with a hatpin. She asked why he kept leaving gaps between the scrolls. He told her they were for the hearts, which he would cut by hand once the plaster had firmed, and that nobody had ever asked him to stop.

By dusk the rose was set and the scaffold came down. Eileen climbed the last rung to look up at it and said the pattern seemed to grow out of the light fitting. Harold said that was the idea. Plaster takes a shadow well, he told her, so the flowers would deepen each evening as the bulbs warmed the room below.

Next morning the hall smelled of damp lime and last night's cigarettes. Mrs Lumb came in with her gloves on, tilted her head back, and stood a long time under the rose. Then she said, "He'd have hated the cherubs," and put a shilling on the trestle table for the boy with the hatpin. Harold did not tell her he had cut the first heart himself, the week her husband died.