Tuesday, September 8, 2009

Finally some tatting "up in here"...

It's 1:30 in the A.M. ....can't sleep.
This is the first chance I've had to blog for the last week. Why is it that as I get older my time gets shorter? If I live to 150 I am never going to accomplish all the goals that I have set.
Anyhow, I was lucky enough to find some tatted treasures this past week. I very very rarely shop...but it just happens that I came upon an antique shop and of course the only thing I was interested in was tatting and sure enough I found these.

This is very pretty and very dainty. It looks like a baby bib of some sort...perhaps one that would go over a christening gown? I can tell that it is very old but it is in good condition. I didn't get a smoking deal on it but I thought it was precious and well worth the price.

This piece was too big for the scanner but you can get the idea. It is hand embroidered and the tatted edging is so dainty. I can tell that the thread size is much smaller than size 100.

This is an interesting doily. Partially crocheted and partially tatted. It needs blocking, but I couldn't find a mistake anywhere, so I wonder if this might be machine tatted?

Anyhow, I have gotten soooo behind on reading blogs. I just haven't had any significant time to spend on the computer lately. I feel like I am quickly falling "behind the times" in the tatting world...Oh my! It's boggling, wonderful and frustrating all at the same time!

I had a great time reading all the comments on my last post. There were some very clever substitutes for those expletives that sometimes spill out of our mouths.
Here are a few of my favorites:

"Criminy Dick, fudge, crikey, son of a buck, crud, cripes, for the love of Pete, dag nab it"...by Diane

"rats, mice and chickenfeet!"...by Marty

"Bugnuts"...by Suzanne (Must read cute story in comments on last post)

"Oh, fish balls"....by Beverly

"fudge", progresses to "fudgesickles", and culminates with "flying freakin' fudgesickles"!...by Vicki

"Gunga Din"...by Kathy...(you must read her very amusing story in the comments on the last post).

Sadly, I didn't get a chance this year to plant flowers or grow veggies....but I once again got to snap photos of my poppies that come up every year on their own. I thought I'd share a bit of my sunshine with you! If you'd like, you can click on the picture to enlarge and "right click" to save it for use as a background desktop photo.

Happy Tatting!!


Lace-lovin' Librarian - Diane said...

You sure found some beautiful pieces! I know what you mean about time... I don't think I've had a chance to pick up a tatting shuttle for the past month! The next two weeks look booked, but I really need to find some time to tat!

Kathy said...

Lucky you to find tatting in an antique shop. I visited an antique quilt display last week with a friend at the Packwood House Museum which is among the oldest log-built structures of its kind in PA., originally constructed as a two-story log cabin between 1796 and 1799. I was totally surprised not to see one piece of tatting. Perhaps there were some hidden away somewhere or I may have overlooked. The guide didn't seem to know of any either.

Gina said...

I don't believe the doily is machine tatted. The only kind of machine tatting is actually machine embroidery stitched in a tatting-like pattern and the stabilizer behind it is then cut away so that it resembles tatting unless you are up close. You got some nice finds - I like the embroidered piece expecially.

It's incredible how fast time flies when you get older. Even bad days tend to be over with quickly. LOL!

Shay said...

That bib may actually be a plastron. Prior to the advent of washing machines, women made wonderful lace and linen inserts that went in the collar of a blouse or dress and could be unstitched or unsnapped to be washed by hand. One dress could have a variety of different plastrons (they were also sometimes referred to as vestees) from very plain to very dressy to take a middle-class woman's one "good" woollen or silk dress from lunch and shopping, to church, to an informal evening at friends'. When lighter, less complicated dresses of wash materials became fashionable after WWI and when washing machines became common in American household (late 1930's), these little masterpieces of home-made lace began to die out.

I still see patterns for them up to the end of WWII; women had fewer dresses because of rationing, and often used a lace plastron (tatted or crocheted) to hide a worn area on the collar or bodice.