Monday, December 24, 2018
Merry Christmas Everybody
Despite what the holly tree may tell you, I think it looks fine after the slight pruning I gave it this morning.
The holly bush reminds us to regard those things that are evergreen, including my best wishes for your continued health and happiness.
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Monday, December 3, 2018
A Fine Time of Year for Pointless Handwork
I don't remember why, many years ago, I was so intrigued by tatting. In the dark ages before the internet, I had to haunt many yarn, handicrafts, and book shops in a search for instructional and patterns books. I'm left-handed. There is no such thing as a left-handed tatting instructional book, so I had to transpose right-handed instructions in my head. My mother thought learning to tat was going to drive me right around the bend.
I did eventually get the hang of it and worked my way through several designs for tatted snowflakes. For about 350 days a year, this one and its cousins live in an envelope in the box of Christmas ornaments in the attic. Every year I'm happy to see their lacy little faces, but I don't seem to have any burning desire to make any more.
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