Tatting: Lace made by hand with fine thread and a small shuttle. I believe this piece came from the hands of my Grandmother Anna. I remember as a very small child standing by the side of her rocking chair as thread became beauty. It was a magical thing and I have never forgotten her beautiful hands with their long slender fingers, her wide gold wedding band and the tatted lace. I think this might be where my love of thread began.
The earrings were hers, always worn. The silver, a piece of hers as well. Small tokens can bring memories to life.
Update: link to a past post with a photo of Anna and beloved August
I found a tatting shuttle in an antique store. It has a bit of thread attached.
I love your photo of your memories of your grandmother.
Thank you. I’ll look for a photo to post.