... a pair for Mini-Boss to be popped in the mail. THE MAIL! Oh, Canada, the MAIL! The strike struggles on and on and on... Whatever happened to:
“Neither snow, nor rain, nor heat, nor gloom of night, stays these couriers from the swift completion of their appointed rounds.”Ignoring the politics endured by by the union, management, the Crown Corporation, the tired legislature and the locked-out postal workers themselves, I fret about my tatting supplies languishing somewhere between here and there, stranded out there, decorated with pretty foreign postage stamps, stalled in the striking postal service, held-up somewhere en route.
Ah, selfish, self-centered tatter that I am, I have been fretting over pattern book, fancy shuttle and ball of red thread!
Saw these, whatever they are, on a walk the other day and marvelled at how they reminded me of tatted lace.