That got me thinking. I have a lot of tatting in a box. It is all beloved by me. But most of it will never emerge from the box.
Remember this? (May 2nd post) It was in the box.
Well, sometimes the unexpected arises. A friend of mine has a granddaughter (about 12-years-old) who has seen my tatting - her grandmother has a cross, a heart and the band-aid heart I sent her - and apparently she is very intrigued with tatting. So, knowing that purple is this young girl's favourite colour, I remembered this piece ( Mary Konior's Sweethearts ) that I tatted in April. Sitting now in the box. Not even gathering dust.
When I connected my friend's granddaughter and the purple tatted motif, though I am adverse to making jewellery, my mind screamed, "BRACELET"!
Because I do not trust myself in a bead store, I was loathe to go looking for new findings. The clasps I had on hand are not perfect, but I devised a closure that is not too difficult to use. This is what I did:
What do you think? I was delighted!
Anyway, thinking about Totusmel and the purple bracelet and tatting and what I am up to next, I became perplexed. I know I have to develop my skills and indeed am doing my cluny homework for elisadusud:
Woe is me.
These are tough to tat ! Because I love the look of them, I am persevering, in spite of the several split chains that are my LEAST favourite thing to tat!
More and more, I am questioning the why of it all. I would love to have a goal for all this work because I am hardwired to goals! In this respect, I suppose I am much like Totusmel.
I find myself thinking about this a lot lately: what to do with it all and where next to take the consuming tatting addiction pursuit. Or, is the answer to the question, 'Why?' simply, 'Because.'?
On a lighter note:
Completed and mailed with the bracelet this afternoon.
My plate is cleared.