The day I met Gina, we went to dinner together. At one point, I lamented the fact that I did not know any tatters in person, just online. She laughed, in that way that only Gina did, and told me I was really lucky, because when she was a rookie tatter, there was no internet and imagine that situation. I certainly saw her point.
That was over two years ago. My contacts have grown by leaps and bounds and my tatting friendships have deepened, enriching my life more than I would have thought possible.
When Misha died, a year ago next week, the community gave me strength, courage and support that I do not know what I would have done without.
Last year was a tough one for me and the tatting part of my life gave me a much improved state of mind and inspiration when skies were cloudy.
There have been funny letters, bountiful gifts, unexpected generosity from all around the globe. This is a wonderful community. But, if you are reading this, you have probably already experienced what I am talking about.
Recently, I wrote on tat-ology that I would love to feel
Frivole's tatting in 'person,' and yesterday this came in the mail.
I was astounded when I opened the envelope. Gian, true to form, was unbearable - chest puffed out a mile and nose high in the air. Haughty boy.
I love the photo and will find a perfect, simple frame. The tatting will be properly and frequently fondled. It is even better than I imagined.
And it did help to hold it 'in person.'
The proof?
This is the best one yet!
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