Pencil sketch flash design of a Mad Hatter top hat with a pocket watch, roses, cake and the words We're all mad here, in a neo-traditional style.

We're all mad here Mad Hatter design

Neo-trad · Black and grey · Flash

A pencil drawing of a top hat with a label reading 10, set among a pocket watch, roses, a candle, a slice of cake and tags reading Drink me and Eat me, with the words We're all mad here in script lettering across the top. The linework is clean and sketched, with soft pencil shading on the hat and cake and leaves at the edges to frame the composition. The image is greyscale and shows only the design, with no body part visible.

Neo-trad Lettering Top hat Pocket watch Rose Candle Key Lettering Leaves

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A story inspired by this tattoo · fiction

The man in lane seven had a hatbox the size of a cake tin and the look of someone who expected me to laugh. I asked him to lift the lid. Inside was a top hat, black silk gone soft at the brim, with a card tucked into the band that read 10/6. Beneath it sat a pocket watch stopped at a quarter past something, and a tin of roses pressed flat between sheets of wax paper.

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Declare everything in your luggage, I said, and he went down his list with one finger, like a boy reading a menu. A candle. A brass key that opened nothing he could name. Two paper tags, one reading Drink me and one reading Eat me, knotted to the handles of a cardboard box. The box held a sponge cake still warm from a kitchen in Canterbury, with a single icing rose on top. Is it food? I asked. It's a commission, he said. For a woman who wants to hear that she's right to be late for everything.

Regulations, I told him, required a sample of any foodstuff over the border. He looked at the Eat me tag for a long moment, then broke off a slice with his fingers and ate it in three bites. He said it was the best thing he'd tasted all week, which worried me more than the hat did. I stamped his papers, weighed the watch, and let the cake through on the grounds that nobody had ever been detained for being too sweet.

He put the hat on at the barrier, tipped it at me, and walked out into the grey morning humming a tune about a tea party that had never quite ended.