And this is what I have to show for it.
I like to learn things. I like to make things. I like learning how to make things. And, because I obviously have problems, I usually teach myself.
Oh sure. I could take classes and learn from the experts, but that would be too easy.
So this week, I suffered one of my periodic bouts of wanting to learn to tat. Tatting is a form of lacemaking. More delicate than crochet, it can be done with the finest of threads.
Every decade or so, I have attempted to teach myself to tat, and it’s always ended badly, in tangled threads and tears.
I mean, look at these pictures. And then try to reverse it all in your head so you can do it left-handed.
It can’t be done.
This year, I discovered needle tatting. Instead of knotting and looping the thread in thin air, you use a long tatting needle. Still fiddly, but now not impossible.
It only took me 4 days, 439 failed versions and half a ball of thread.
And look! I have a 3 inch lace flower.
But more importantly, I can TAT.