- mainly in that there are only five points in this one -
Yes, I completely missed that last segment of the pattern, knowing that something was not quite right, but mystified till the end as to what the problem was.
The green motif is tatted in that rayon thread that I described in Monday's post. The very skinny stuff. It is really kind of addictive.
Back to Jon's motif - tatting this pattern was a totally relaxing experience! When do I ever use the descriptor 'relaxing' to describe my time with a shuttle? Well, it's true! After the first time around, which I always seem to need, and figuring out that there are six points not five, my shoulders dropped about half a foot and the rest was all good.
Still perplexed by the countless hours I devote to the threads, tatting into the wee hours, absorbed by the double stitch so that I have at least halved my reading time to devote it to tatting, I question the validity of what I am doing. "You think too much," were the words I heard growing up, over and over again.
As a life-long ponderer and armchair philosopher, not having a purpose or a plan attached to a course of action is unsettling, at odds with my usual modus operandi.
Usually my life strategies are pretty much goal-oriented. After two, now almost three years of continual tatting, I would think that I would have either given it up or come to some kind of conclusion about this perplexing conundrum.
I need more Zen.