Adventures in foreign places

I haven't been here in a while. I haven't tatted in a while. Life has been tossing me around and I myself have thrown myself in a few storms.

I have been on a small adventure recently. I went to a place far from home, a place I'd never been to before. And it welcomed me like I belonged there. Few people know where that is. It is my little dreamland.

I went there with a small companion, a very unlikely companion indeed. A little tatted flying pig (the pattern is by Jane Eborall). You might have seen it.

The little oinker come with me on its little keychain ring, attached to my shoulder bag. He was my little companion, but luckily, I wasn't feeling quite that lonely there. Sadly, he got a bit crumpled on the trip, so a little stiffening would do him good.

I also went to a yarn shop there. I had a nice chat with the shop keepers and showed them my piggie. I also bought myself some tatting thread, seweing thread to repair the inside of my bag and needles to sew with.

The brown thread came in handy too, as one of the buttons on my brown shirt fell off soon after this purchase.

I know this little post isn't saying much. I guess I haven't written prose in so long, it came out a bit jumbled.

But one thing I know for certain. I will go back to that beautiful tranquil place and sit a while in the grass and tat.