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The Call: Tied to the Past — Cheryl
I learned to embroider when I was about five. My mother spent many evenings pulling colorful threads through fabric, and I was fascinated. How could I not be? I, too, wanted to make something as colorful and beautiful. It’s still a goal of mine, but I don’t always use a needle and thread to accomplish it.
The Response: Lace — Jessica
I taught myself to tat in high school. My mother had an old booklet from a five and dime with directions and a simple pattern. One day, I came across a tatting shuttle at the craft store and immediately bought it and some thread. I spent many nights during the long, cold winters in Wyoming tatting away. This doily is probably about the most complicated thing I made and one of the last. My senior year I was a little too busy to sit at home anymore.
Isn’t it interesting that both of our stories include being inspired by our mothers? I wonder sometimes, what my children will remember as being inspiring to them, you know?
My mom had a book on tatting and a tatting shuttle. I’ve always wanted to give tatting a try, but now I can’t find the shuttle, and there are none at my local crafts store.
I bet it was the same book my mom had!