For almost a year, I could not pick up the shuttles. Not that there was any physical impediment – I had simply burned out on the relentless pursuit of perfection. I could read about tatting; I could think about tatting; I could even help others solve the occasional tatting conundrum. The work itself, I simply could not bring myself to do. Not that the hands were idle: there was knitting, and embroidery – just no tatting.
Of late, I had become curious as to whether I would even be able to tat after such a long hiatus. After all, I was still pretty much a beginner when I stopped tatting. How much will I have lost? Just giving it a whirl did not seem too risky or scary. Something quick and simple. What’s the worst that can happen? Another wad of thread flies into the trash can. No big deal. I had been perusing Mary Konior patterns when Kersti’s Stumpy caught my eye on Diane‘s blog. “That’s it!” thought I to myself.
It really is just like riding a bicycle. Without even having to think about it, I automatically loaded the right amount of thread onto a shuttle, placed a magic thread at the beginning of the first ring, and off I went! Two hours later, I had this:
I’m baaaaaaack! Heartfelt thanks to Carla, who messaged me periodically to make sure that I was all right; and Fox, who listened to my ranting and made encouraging and supportive noises; and to all my readers who have kept checking in here to see if there was any new material. On more than one occasion, I was ready to delete the entire blog but, with an average of at least 10 visitors per day – every day – that didn’t seem right.