We had a very busy but enjoyable weekend, in which I got to tat exactly TWO RINGS from a hanky edging, had to stop once I realized the crochet hook is packed in the garage still. Pooh.
The future of all tatting in this house rests on this......
It's arrival sometime this week marks the time when I will be "allowed" to unpack my tatting corner.
I will limit my comments on this matter to this: A certain husband who shall remain nameless, has decided that I should not bring out my collection of tatting paraphernalia until the above linked item arrives. I don't know why. He seems to think that my tatting things are alive and multiply when let loose from their containment. Psh. I wonder what gave him that idea? Apparently once my new yummy chair arrives, I will be allowed one end table with which to contain my readily available tatting supplies. so until then, I sulk on my blog and commiserate with Dr. Von Threadmore about the oppression that currently befalls us both.