About

October was a month of deaths. I lost an aunt and an uncle. I was starting to feel like strips were being torn away from my heart. I wondered what there was left. Thinking of images of hearts with more holes than substance, I suddenly thought of lace and tatting. The beauty in a tatted heart is really in the holes. The thread is just a frame. It looks fragile but it’s really quite strong with multiple threads woven together.

Welcome to my tatted heart where we explore both the holes and the threads that hold us together. In so doing, we find beauty.