It was nestled inside of an unsightly sewing bag that was falling apart at the seams: thick, soft cotton thread perfect for the tatting of handmade lace. Tucked among the threads was an old receipt dated 1929. But more amazingly, I found a piece of tatting, a project started and then stopped 80 years ago.
I wondered who had tatted that beginning of lace. Was it a young bride–to-be, eagerly creating pieces that would be sewn to her wedding gown? Was it a new mother who wanted to add a special touch to the christening gown of her tiny baby? Or was it a grandmother beginning a lace collar for her favorite granddaughter?
And then the question begged to be asked: why did she stop? And that, my friends, is another story for another time.
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