Another snowflake done! Whoopee - I've finished a whopping 4 flakes this season. Ha! I always start too late on holiday tatting. I really enjoyed this pattern though - Betsy Snowflake by Betsy Evans - an easy, pretty snowflake with split rings to allow finishing in one pass. I do believe I will be able to get a few more of these done - if for nothing else but my own tree. I love the shape of this one.
I've been puttering with various projects this past week, keeping busy to enjoy this season of giving. Michelle and her daughter and I were actually able to schedule a Twin Cities Tatters day on Saturday - another chance to sit and relax and tat with coffee. Jealous yet? Salted Caramel lattes and mochas. Now are you jealous? Tatting snowflakes and chattering away. It's so nice to take a few minutes to slow down and enjoy some relaxed time with friends during the rush of the season.
And here's a gift I finished for a dear young lady - I enjoy making things for someone who appreciates them so much. She says she loves them because no one ever made her anything before. (I can't imagine!) I thought this table topper with a burlap center and some coasters (I forgot to add the little ivory bird salt & pepper shakers to the picture) made a cute set.
And, we even remembered this one's birthday is today. We can't believe Taffy's been with us for 14 years! She doesn't see much other than shadows, and her selective listening has pretty much become deaf ears, and she runs into our legs and open doors. Other than that, she's a happy little companion content to sleep by my feet. Or on them. In any case, she had a pig ear snack and got a new squeaky toy, both of which she enjoyed much more than posing for this picture!
|I do not like this hat I do not like this hat . . .|
And thank you for all the kind comments on my last post. Life is a treasure we forget to embrace during our busy lives sometimes. Be happy and sing Christmas carols - the angels will LOVE it!
P.S. Is this font too big?
“Tears are the jewels of remembrance,
sad but glistening with the beauty of the past.”
From The Courage to Grieve by Judy Tatelbaum