I’ve been wanting to try making a bracelet like this for some time, and I finished the tatting a while ago. I’m home sick with a stomach flu today–for the 5th day in a row, ugh–and when I found this bit of tatting while I was cleaning my sewing room, it cheered me up a little to make it into something pretty.
I think it might be fun to get some heavy-duty starch and make a really stiff one like some that I’ve seen online, but I only had regular starch handy (I never use starch for everyday ironing, but we had one can Dean had bought). I do like how this bracelet’s a little bit soft and drapes nicely.
I might try a darker color of thread next time, because I can imagine this one getting grubby pretty quickly.
Whenever I try to take a photo like the one above, I imagine the disapproval of that horrible hand model from YouTube. If she scoffed at Katie Couric, I’m sure she’d consider me hopeless.
And then if I turn my hand over, I have a big scar from my wrist surgery last winter. But I don’t mind the scar as much as I’d thought I might–it’s just evidence of living. And it reminds me to be grateful that I live in an era when, scars notwithstanding, at least some types of injuries can be almost-miraculously put back together.