Neo-traditional tattoo design drawn in red and blue lines on a white surface, showing a woman with lilies in her hair against a patterned circular background.

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Woman with lilies in ornate neo-trad design

Neo-trad · Colour · Flash

The drawing shows a stylised woman's head and shoulders, with flowing hair, lily blooms in her hair and an ornate patterned bodice. A circular mandala-like pattern sits behind her. The linework is fine and layered, with red and blue ink used for outlines and shading. The design fills the frame on a plain white surface.

Neo-trad Woman Lily Flower Mandala Hair Ornament Pattern

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A story inspired by this tattoo · fiction

Margaret Tully had been lifting lead cames out of the old chapel window for three days when she found the note rolled inside the seventh panel. It was a scrap of blue paper, folded small, the ink gone brown at the creases. Someone had written in a sloping hand, "She was painted from my sister, who would not sit still, and so the lilies are for patience."

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Margaret read it twice under the work lamp, then set it on the bench beside the red glass offcut she had been meaning to match. The window showed a woman's head and shoulders rising out of a ring of sunbursts, her hair spilling into scrolls that curled round the lead like smoke. A century of Bristol rain had cracked the blue of her collar and crept grey along the lilies. Nobody at the parish office could say who the glazier had been, only that the firm had shut in 1911.

She spent the morning matching glass. The red was the difficulty. Every sheet from the supplier came out too orange or too flat, and she was ready to give up when she held a fragment up to the light from the yard and saw the colour she wanted, the deep wine of a bruised plum, running hot at the edges. She cut it thin, ground it to shape, and leaded it in beside the old pattern, fitting the small triangles of the bodice one by one.

By dusk the lilies were whole again, white petals pressed against the blue of the hair. Margaret folded the note back into the cavity where she had found it, then thought better of it and slipped it into her coat pocket. The sister, whoever she had been, could keep the window a little longer, and Margaret suspected she would need the patience too.