Saturday, November 6, 2010


What a truly beautiful story.  It makes me want to go to some small village in Ireland and make friends, fall in love, and make lace.  Well, I can crochet a little bit.  My great-grandmother was a lace maker though.  Maybe it's genetic?  One can hope.  She was Irish too... see, it's destiny!

1 comment:

Judy said...

Love the photo on that book cover! What are you going to crochet? Back when I was growing up, all the bed linens were white (and flat), so most of the pillowcases had crocheted lace around the edge, and then most of those had embroidery. I have heard of other people having matching lace across the top of the sheets...