For those who love hand made lace.
Lace has been a wonderful distraction and comfort this last week. My father died suddenly. The whole clan came together and we got things done, but I found that I needed quiet time in order to deal with my loss. DH made sure I got it (and that I ate). He's a saint!
As I found moments here and there I would pull out my tatting or if at home I would sit and work at my pillow. I was surprised at how much a comfort I felt in the simple act of moving pairs back and forth or the flow of a double stitch.
I am even more grateful now for the lovely ladies in my local lace guild and online that have taught me to make lace and that encourage me as a newcomer to the art. Thank you all so much.