I recently decided to start this blog (obviously), but I'm wondering who will read it. Who could possibly be interested in all of the random thoughts that will pass from my brain to my fingers and end up here? Judging by the very few responses I got when asking everyone's opinion on another site, I'm guessing my readers will be few and far between. But maybe this will be more like therapy for me than anything else.
I decided to start this blog as a way to talk about all of my many interests, hobbies, and whatever little bits of inspiration come to me. Not many people out there know what tatting or bobbin lace are. Perhaps only a few would be interested in learning to make lace in any form, even the more well known methods like crochet. But in that regard, I am unique.
I've been in love with lace since I was a little girl. I used to watch my grandmother make some of the most beautiful doilies that she would then place all around the house. She was an avid crocheter even when her health began to decline. She was never without her hook and thread.
About a year before my grandmother passed away, when I was about 9 or 10, I asked my mother to show me how to crochet. At the time, my mother knew a few of the many stitches and together we would make washcloth after washcloth. Sadly, my grandmother passed away before I ever had the chance to show her any of my work.
I started crocheting more than just washcloths, and soon found myself helping to work out mistakes in my mother's work. I entered an afghan that looked like the American flag into a local fair when I was only 13 and won first place. Of course, the fact that I was the only person of my age that entered a crocheted piece probably had a lot to do with it. But hey, a blue ribbon is still a blue ribbon. And the rest is history.
I've been crocheting for close to 20 years now. And as always, I have a work in progress. When I'm finished with it, I will have crocheted a table cloth. And not in the largest gauge thread either. I chose to work this piece in size 30 thread, which for those of you who don't know, is pretty small--especially for so large a piece. But the fineness of the lace is made so by the finer thread. So while this project is likely to take me years, it's will be a work of art. Something my grandma will smile down from heaven on as I continue to carry on this beautiful tradition.
It is for my love of lace that I name this blog.
