Lace is just air
Surrounded by thread
Without us lacemakers
The skill would be dead.

Lace can be bobbins
Flung about with great speed
Weaving patterns of beauty
Like magic, indeed.

Or needle and cotton
Drawn with such care
Making Continue reading →

by Noelene

I have now made myself A Round Tuit.
It’s tatted, with ring and with chain.
And now I can always point to it
If I say “around to it” again.

There’s a Bucks fan I’m longing to tackle. Continue reading →

Especially at Christmas,
Here’s a greeting that brings
A whole lot of wishes
For life’s nicest things.

May your lace give you pleasure
May your pins never bend
May the thread on your bobbins
Last right to the end.

May Continue reading →

I’m learning how to tat today
They say I’ll be just fine.
All you need’s a bit of patience
A shuttle and some twine.
They say use twine to start with –
Nice and big and thick,
So I can Continue reading →

I’m never alone when I sit at my lace
Every bobbin I own is a friend
And brings back to my mind some special time
When over my pillow I bend.

There’s the gumlace commems hand painted by Britt
With Continue reading →

Lady Penelope Wins Again…

The bobbins are loaded, the pricking is done
The pincushion is bristling with pins.
There’s a picture of what the whole thing looks like
And the big new adventure begins.

Dive in with abandon, don’t let Continue reading →

A friend asked me once
With a quizzical air
“Just how many bobbins are needed?
If you want to make lace
And not spend too much cash
And then they’ve all got to be beaded.”

I took a deep breath Continue reading →