This is going to hold me up a bit, but I really like it! : 0
The beads are VERY tiny and inconspicuous and Victorian red.
The beads are VERY tiny and inconspicuous and Victorian red.
What say you?
Row 8 of 15.
Sunday, August 31, 2014
Thursday, August 28, 2014
Monday, August 25, 2014
Seventh Row With More To Go
This is going to take a long while.
10 1/2 inches so far...
Luckily, I learned a trick from Frivole while tatting the Mystery Doily; I use reverse tatting for the chains rather than flipping all the time. This is much faster, but a disaster when I must un-tat. The DMC Perle is merciless.
How do you get all the little picots facing the right way? Blocking every one with pins? Yikes! Many are turned and twisty from being scrunched. So, do you iron them? Or just leave them because there are so many you can’t notice a few twisty ones? I am flummoxed.
While my attention is diverted from His Highness , Mr G finds comfort in the company of action flicks...
Friday, August 22, 2014
A Philosophical Finish
When I used to play the flute, I often wondered why I was given impossibly hard pieces to learn, because the end result was never pretty. However, though never mastering the really difficult ones, I came to realize that in the process of learning and endless, frustrating practice of the impossible pieces, my “regular” playing flowed; it was smoother, easier and considerably more pleasing.
So with tatting. This piece is full of mistakes and it still buckles and frills, even with much pressing and blocking galore, and there are a few - gasp - knots to be had, hidden away on the back side.
As I struggled along with this pattern, the tatting I did when I took a break from the Kurbatskaya were tatted with more ease and liquidity. My muscle memory has changed and improved.
At the end I made a mistake that I could have fixed, but it would have taken a day more and I realized it really was finished just as it was, and so was I. So, here it is, finally, all twelve inches of it, tatted in #30:
So with tatting. This piece is full of mistakes and it still buckles and frills, even with much pressing and blocking galore, and there are a few - gasp - knots to be had, hidden away on the back side.
As I struggled along with this pattern, the tatting I did when I took a break from the Kurbatskaya were tatted with more ease and liquidity. My muscle memory has changed and improved.
At the end I made a mistake that I could have fixed, but it would have taken a day more and I realized it really was finished just as it was, and so was I. So, here it is, finally, all twelve inches of it, tatted in #30:
Kurbatskaya’s Doily
without whom I never would have tackled this in the first place.
Thank you so much my tatting friend!
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