White ink lace-like pattern covering a shoulder and upper arm of a person in a white vest top, against a pale grey background.

White ink lace pattern on shoulder and arm

Shoulder · Black and grey · Photo

The photograph shows a shoulder and upper arm covered in a fine white ink design of intricate, lace-like and ornamental motifs. The lines are delicate and light, so the pattern shows as raised pale marks on the pinkish skin rather than as dark ink. The design wraps around the arm, and the soft lighting and plain grey backdrop keep the focus on the pattern.

Shoulder Upper arm Lace Ornamental pattern Floral White ink

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A story inspired by this tattoo · fiction

Frost had come down in the night and laid its white work over everything, and Maud Pennock stood at the back door with her boots unlaced, watching her breath leave her. The yard was a sheet of lace. Every gatepost wore a collar of it, the hedge along the lane had grown a fine pale net overnight, and the cabbages in the far field looked as though someone had pressed doilies onto their leaves.

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Her brother Tom was already out with the barrow. He had been up since five, swearing at the frozen pump handle, and she could hear the shovel scraping the cobbles. She did not go to help. Their mother had made lace for the chapel altar for forty years, bobbin after bobbin, and when she died the pillow and pins had come to Maud, along with the instruction never to let the cat near the thread.

She fetched the pillow from the dresser and carried it out to the step. Half a sleeve of leaves was pinned there, unfinished, and she had been losing the thread of the pattern all week. Looking at the hedge, she saw it was the same pattern, only done in frost by something that had never needed a pin. She stopped trying to match it. She simply let her fingers work the bobbins the way the cold had worked the hedge.

Tom came round the corner, stopped, and whistled low. "Been at the frost with a bobbin, have you?"

"Something like that," said Maud. By noon the sun would have it all and the gutters would run with it. So she took the pencil from behind her ear and drew the hedge on the back of the pattern card, the way her mother always had, so the design would outlast the morning.