Those of you who read yesterday's post know my big plan. Well...Iv guess I've stated. I did wake up on time. I did get dressed, not for an office, more like for factory work, but one step at a time... I also mentioned that I was doing things to stave of depression. Heres one of them. I firmly believe in small creative projects. So, I'm making lace. Tatting to be precise. It's portable, inexpensive, meditative.... and when you're done, you can whip stitch it on to pillowcase and give it to someone who likes lacy things.
People often ask me how I learned to do this. I usually say I learned when I was confined to a bed with mononucleosis and perishing of sheer unadulterated boredom, so my grandmother sat there in her wheelchair and taught me how to crochet, knit, and tat. This is probably true. But I dont specifically remember learning to tat. I just know it.
Regardless... there we a are.
BYW... This is work in progress... it looks better after its Bern pressed and starched