First, the dirty part. Thanks to my good friend Mitch, for knowing that I'd appreciate this:
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I dedicate this post to my Grandma, my absolute favorite Dirty Old Lady.
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And for the old ladies, I give you... doilies. Years ago, when I was a little girl and my father ran an antiques shop, there were always old, yellowing, sometimes badly damaged doilies about the house. I loved to study them and try to figure out just how they were made. I wondered how many hours of work went into each one. My mom didn't knit or crochet, but both crafts always fascinated me. My aunt taught me to knit when I was 12, and my friend Weeblet taught me to crochet a few years ago (thanks, love!). In exchange, I taught her how to knit socks--a skill which she has since achieved well beyond the realm of my own expertise. We began my crochet lessons with granny squares, which I struggled with terribly at first, until one day it wasn't challenging enough, and I decided to realize my childhood dream of making doilies.
Another view:
These were crocheted in size 10 cotton thread, with a 1.5 mm steel crochet hook, using patterns that I found on the internet.
The Ripe Wheat Doily (15" across), a gift for my mother-in-law:
The Petite Pineapple Doily (8" across), which was my very first doily:
I dedicate this post to my Grandma, my absolute favorite Dirty Old Lady.
And to my furry pal Osiris, who apparently thinks he is a doily, too:
2 comments:
BAHAHAHAHAHA!!!
"Cock flavored soup" nearly made me wee.
Oh, and beautiful doilies, too! :D
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