She found it in the course of emptying her house into mine, I mean tidying, and brightly suggested I might like to learn tatting this winter.
She never learned it, just got as far as acquiring the shuttle and instructions. And we can guess how old the instructions are, from the style of the booklet.
I sort of know what it is, and suspect it's the knotted thread equivalent of hexies. But why not.
I'm sure there's raw material for any number of terrible puns, too, over which we'll draw a veil.
