Found an old book in the library about tatting, seemed a suitable occupation during Christmas. Took me a while to master the technique, but now I can go on and on, with every new round the piece will grow. It is very relaxing. I remember my grandmother knew how to do it.
It wasn't easy to find a shop who still had the spindles. A very old shop in our citycentre had some in a faraway drawer. On the internet you can ofcourse find them.
On the internet are tattinggroups active, but I don't think I have time for that.
Wednesday, December 30, 2009
Sunday, December 20, 2009
This year it looks we're having a White Christmas. It is so beautiful in the garden and the streets look so quiet. That is deceptive for everyday the traffic is awful and I am thinking I'll have to take the bus to work for cycling doesn't seem a good idea right now. But I love the crisp air and the muffled sounds. Merry Christmas to all.