Once upon a time I did a lot of this kind of fancy work.
My grandmother loved delicate handwork, as did my mother-in-law. They passed from this life many, many years ago, and so did the urge to persevere with dainty, lace work. The hooks were placed in a tin, that had been treasured from childhood, and stored away almost forgotten. When I relocated them in one of those de-clutter episodes, some hooks had rusted. It certainly was like opening a Pandora’s box as memories surfaced as well as the urge to dabble.
That de-clutter episode was sabotaged as I became absorbed into trying to decipher a forgotten language once more. A spark of remembrance in the pleasure this form of handwork had given me and others re-ignited interest and desire as well as having to restock supplies to do some more practice.
At Easter I wanted to make something special and personal for my daughters, who love and appreciate beauty. Not only did the hooks come to the fore but also some vintage patterns. There was a sense of exhilaration to re-establish a relationship with a former craft and to know that my daughters would each receive a unique item, crafted with such joy and love that also linked to our family history.