(Picture from here.)
All my life I've wanted to learn how to tat. It is really a lost art. My grandfather tatted baby clothes for my mother when she was a baby, and it was beautiful work! My husband has a cousin who tats, but Idaho is too far to go for her to teach me.
A couple of years ago, I found an older woman in our ward (church congregation) who tats. Now that I'm not working, I finally have the time to learn. I spent two hours the other day with her for my first tatting lesson. I was thrilled that she was willing to teach me. She is blind, which makes it even more intimidating for me -- if she can do it without sight, I should be able to do this. Right???
This is not easy stuff! After 1 1/2 hours working with tatting thread (which is very fine), she told me that I needed to go home and practice on bigger thread. I pulled out some crochet thread which is much larger, and I've been practicing all week with that. Once I figured out how to do the stitches, it was a matter of perfecting the stitches so they are even and pretty. Tonight I went back to the tatting thread. I'm getting it -- but this is going to be a LOT of work!
May I just say that this would have been easier had I learned how to do this before arthritis set in? My fingers don't bend the way they used to, and they cramp up too!
I will do this! I think I can, I think I can, I think I can! Toot! Toot!