A long time ago (ooh, about 20 years) I went to evening classes to learn how to do this beautiful craft. I was hooked, well and truly. Never one for doing things in half measures, within a year I wanted to expand my field and start on a meaty project. A complicated one that I could really get my teeth into.
And I came across a pattern by The Springetts. I can't remember what it was called, just that it was gorgeous and I was going to make it. And so ended my love affair with bobbin lace!
Here it is in all its half finished glory. I remember spending hours pricking out this pattern and winding up all the bobbins. A whole evenings work could hardly be noticed - this is fine cotton on what seemed like a million bobbins.
Yesterday whilst tidying out the airing cupboard (yes, that's another thing to tick off the list) I re-discovered it all. Sadly no longer in the same pristine condition as it was 20 years ago. The cotton has yellowed horribly and I have lost all enthusiasm for it. Infact I don't even remember how to do the stitches.
Just look at it will you. I made this. Sometimes I amaze myself! How on earth could I have done this?
I have some very lovely bobbins. Hand-painted ones, bone ones (don't look vegetarians) incredible wooden ones and my absolute favourite - the glass one. It has been filled with confetti from my brother's wedding - the man who made this was so pleased with it that he started offering them in his catalogue. This was a long time before web sites!
I've got lots of antique ones too - here are just 4 of them. I love the green one - the colour has faded and the pattern worn showing that it has been well used (not by me obviously!)
Now then, if someone could just tell me which one I need to start with next, I might have a go at getting a bit more done...
(Of course I am only joking. No way will I ever do another stitch of this. As my mum said rather sadly yesterday, this is a part of my life that has moved on. E-bay anyone?)