In my pre-quilting life, I used to do a lot of lace crochet. Over the years I made lace tablecloths for my mother and aunt and had started this one for myself. Crocheting was the first craft that my hands rebelled against and I had to put this away when it was the size of a large rectangular shawl. I’m thinking of trying to finish the last row and perhaps use it as a very lacy dress-up shawl when the occasion warrants. There’s a dime next to one of the motifs in the next picture. Lace was my favourite thing to crochet and I had great plans to make lace window treatments.
After crocheting was out of the question, I focused on knitting. That lasted for a number of years until the rheumatologist and hand clinic told me that knitting was absolutely the worst thing for my hands. Thankfully, quilting doesn’t seem to cause anywhere near the problems that the other crafts did.
We have been doing some reorganizing and during that, I opened the cedar chest and discovered the lace piece. I had totally forgotten about it.
Smudge was rather intently watching as I laid the lace out on the floor to photograph it.
Lester wasn’t interested at all. He was happily asleep curled up with a teddy bear.