I mentioned once before that I saw tatting for the very first time when I was three years old. My sister tatted as I sat entranced that she was making the most beautiful stuff I had ever seen with her hands and a funny little "tool" that had thread coming out of it. I thought that, surely, if angels made lace this would be it. Something about the gorgeous, light, airy lace seemed to transcend reality for me at such an impressionable age. It's stunning beauty appeared almost ethereal to me. In my 3 year old mind I figured maybe that's how angels got their wings...they tatted them..."Yes!" I thought, "surely this must be so." Perhaps this explains my unending desire to marry the concept of tatting and angels. It's apparent in this ornament I made years ago which you see above.
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