Now please don't get me wrong, the lack of posts doesn't mean I've not been productive, just that I have nothing to show for it. I have been tatting a tidal-wave of treasures; trim, motives, doilies, bookmarks, and bracelets. I'm just a softie, and the minute someone show interest or tells me how much they love something I've done, I give it to them. And lately there has been a lot of interest!
So no tatting to share (or none of mine). What I do have to share though is exciting to me! My beautiful daughter who needle tats a bit has been begging me to teach her how to use a shuttle. She picked it up quickly and I couldn't be prouder!
Her first stitches
Woot woot she has the flip down finger tatting!
Just look at that concentration!
And on to rings.
And finally on to a shuttle she can call her own!
I can't begin to tell you how proud I was of her, or how much I enjoyed our afternoon crafting together.
When I was a little girl, being the middle of seven, both in age and gender, I often melted into the background of our chaotic home. Every once in a while though, my amazing mom would pull out her knitting needles (or crochet hook, or cathedral windows quilt she worked on for years) and would take the time to teach me. Those moments are some of the most treasured I have. Sitting beside her on the old floral couch with a half finished afghan across our laps talking, teaching, and sometimes sharing an apple with salt sprinkled on it was as close to heaven as a little girl could be. I hope I was able to give my sweet girl the same gift.
Well it would seem I have come to the end of this post, I would make some sort of comment about what's to come, or how soon, but we both know I'm easily distracted and like to procrastinate, so until the next one..........
~ Let not the wind steal dignity ~