Again, a long time between posts...but there is a bit of a story behind that. These two flakes I gave to my sister in mid December. I took a photo of them before we hung them with the others I have gifted to her, even loaded the pic here to post later...
These are a
continuation of Diane's snowflakes, I think
doodle #5 and the
snow crystal. There were other's, but I know not where they are, nor if I have any pictures...
So I will just tell a bit of the story...
I tatted these at a point where life was deceptively quiet, the kind of quiet before a storm...that peaceful lull when you know something is coming and even a little about what it holds...
and then...life got really busy.
We moved...
nearly 1500 miles to Vashon Island, Washington
from our previous home in Pueblo, Colorado.
We bought a business,
and a home.
Packing the whole entirety of our lives took 10 days,
we are still unpacking...
We have our own 12.2 acres of wooded paradise to explore,
The girls have new schools and new friends to make.
We have much to learn and more to do than we are capable of each day...
but we do what we can and get up the next day and do more.
Life is full and blessed and amazing...
...and I hope to fill my quiet moments again with the click click sound of my shuttles and the graceful movements of the hand and the peace and grace that tatting brings to my life.