Obtaining the supplies was easy. My mother provided them. Of course she knew exactly what she was looking for. I on the other hand stood there, with eyes glazing, trying to figure out what was what.
Shuttles or needles? Size 20 thread or 10? Mom handed me the 10 and a needle, she took the 20, which is not much bigger than one strand of cross-stitch thread. I wanted delicate, right?
After several attempts of trying to show me how to loop the thread around which finger, which is no easy task given my dyslexic tendencies, Mom found a great video on Youtube.
A lightbulb went off in my head, well with a good amount of help from Mom, and I was able to do this:
That is as far as I got. Every time I tried to move beyond this cute little floret, I'd have to rip it out and try all over again. I'm hoping by this time next month I'll actually have created something recognizable. So, stay tuned for an update from me on my adventures in tatting.
Have a wonderful, blessed day!