A Time to Laugh

Someday. Someday I’ll pick this back up and figure it out.

Mind you — that’s not my work. But that’s what I WISH my work could look like.

I saw my first bobbin lace demonstration at Greenfield Village in Dearborn, MI when I was 10. I was enraptured. Look at it — wouldn’t you have been? This gnarled old lady was effortlessly making something out of nothing. The closest we mere mortals come to ex nihilo.

It’s really just tiny, elaborate macrame. I made the pillor myself. I used clothes pins for the bobbins. And I just did a dozen bobbins. But my tension was all off.

I am going to do it. Someday. Yes, I will. Mark my words. I may have to do it in Heaven though.

We now don’t leave the house without handfuls of bus. Or train. Yesterday it was Thomas and Ivo Hughes. Today it was Bertie and the School Bus.

We have to leave the bus in the car with Elmo when we go to be with “the ladies” though.