Peek-A-Boo Daisy by Lace Lunatic
Peek-A-Boo Daisy, a photo by Lace Lunatic on Flickr.

Close, but not quite right. What I failed to grasp as I worked this snowflake was that, in order to be able to extend the arms in blocking to make the ‘daisy’ shape stand out clearly, the small chains on the sideways-facing rings need to be tighter.

For those just joining this presentation, we are still working our way through some of the snowflakes in part I of Tatted Flurries by Sharon Briggs.  This one’s name made me smile.  My parrot, Wingnut (a bronze-winged Pionus), thinks my name is Peek-a-Boo.  When both he and my blue-fronted Amazon were babies, I kept them in a sunny east porch, just off the kitchen.  Since this room was not part of the traffic pattern through the house, I would periodically pop my head around the corner and talk to them.  At the time, it seemed fun to say: “peek-a-boo! I see you.”  It wasn’t 48 hours before the Amazon learned to say: “Peek-a-boo… Up!” (hey, Peek-a-boo, come and pick me up, will you?)  The Amazon is long dead, but Wingnut to this day will call out to me if he is locked in his cage and has not seen me in a few hours: (first very softly) “Peek-a-Boo……. I see you (translation: I want to see you).…..Peek-a-Boo……(now louder) I see you……..”  There is then a long pause, in which he is waiting for either a response, or for me to appear.  If neither happens, and he knows for sure I am in the house, he might try one more ‘I see you’ before starting to squawk – steadily increasing the volume until he gets some kind of response.

It was a couple of years before I realized why the birds assumed my name was Peek-a-Boo.  In the wild, a bird, arriving in the nest area, announces itself – so as not to alarm those within.  I kept popping my head around the door and saying Peek-a-boo.  The very logical conclusion was that it must be my name.

This is perhaps a good time to add that I do not believe in forcing tatted lace to assume a specific shape in blocking. Lace knitting is a different story: wet it, pull it, pin it within an inch of its life. That is what is required to show off its beauty. Tatting is not the same. If the piece is tatted right, it should be the right shape to begin with – barring the bit of wayward ripple or ruffle. So, I don’t pull and pin: just a shot of damp pressing (cold or hot).

Tomorrow’s snowflake was one of my favorites; both in the tatting and the result. I’m looking forward to showing it to you!