The Tatting Master

Oops.  I missed a day.  I wanted to post this yesterday morning, but I was running late.  Our group that meets at Stitchville on the second Saturday of every month, met yesterday and it was a "supersized" day.  We normally wrap up around 12:30pm.  Most of us stayed until 4pm.  What fun we had.

On Friday night after work I went to my mom's to pick her up.  We were headed down to Stillwater to see the Valley Chamber Chorale perform their Christmas concert.  It was an excellent concert -the music performed were pieces from the Scandinavian and Baltic countries.  It was a delightful evening with my mom.

When I arrived at her house, here is how I found her:

She was sitting in her chair, tatting away on a doily:

Of course, we couldn't leave until she was at a place where she could stop.

She might not have an award or certificate, but she is a master of tatting!  Or as my brother would say, she is the "Mad Tatter".

Here in Minnesota we have been blasted with a good old fashioned winter storm.  My husband is out shoveling now for the third time today...the snow seems to have tapered off.

Pictures are kind of dark as it is getting late here.  Hope you are enjoying a warm and cozy evening and perhaps a little bit of stitching...