Why don't I heed my own words? I thought I'd try to improve on the lamentable job I did with Lattice Heart by Birgit Phelps a few days ago by doing it again and adding, say, 45 beads, or so. Not a good idea.
After hours of tatting one evening I managed to salvage only this:
So, another go, with no detours, beads or meanders, with one colour of Lizbeth #20, and this time I think I have done it with no mistakes - or at least none I can see at the moment...
I have discovered that I really do not want to follow directions and I try to psyche myself into being a renegade tatter at the slightest opportunity - behind my own back so to speak: frontside, backside, wherever I can get away with it! The surprise is that I CAN understand and follow a pattern, but so often take the bend in the road, just for the hell of it. Just like in real life.
Alas, there is no escaping from ones true nature, even quietly sitting in a chair, while performing the innocent act of tatting!
~*~The hearts were done while trying to finish the pumpkin for The Boss (who LOVED the socks, BTW!):