I don’t quite have my mother’s patience.ĭuring my tatting item collecting I found this tatted christening dress in an antique store in Bromont, Quebec. I can make little flowers and I have made a number of snowflakes but mistakes are hard to fix as the thread is thin and the knots are tight. Now one can find many, many colours of plain and variegated threads online. Everywhere we went we would looked for thread hoping to find new colours. Thin 80 weight thread makes much finer lace. It used to be very difficult for my mother to find tatting thread. Mom visited the Museum of Civilization in Hull, Quebec and in the craft sections didn’t see a tatting shuttle so she donated one complete with tatting After Doris Ward retired from card making Moira Reynolds and Eileen Rhead took it up. The Catherine Booth Hospital in Montreal sold the cards in their hospitality shop for almost fifty years. My mother Dorothy Raguin Sutherland told me stories about learning to tat. She took it and made one little flower, then handed the shuttle back to me and said, “That’s enough, you do it. In the year before she died at 95, I took one of her shuttles downstairs to her. In her last few years, my mother didn’t tat much. The last place wasn’t open but we looked around the ground and there in the grass was my shuttle. At the next stop, nothing in the parking lot or in the store. At Le Relais, the owner didn’t know what it was but would keep her eyes open. The next morning we were going to play golf at Cowansville and did retraced our steps. My husband wanted to go and look for it but driving 20 km for a bit of plastic was silly. I finally decided it had fallen out when I took out my car keys. When we got to Sutton I looked for the shuttle but it wasn’t in my pocket and I didn’t remember putting it anywhere else. We visited a few antique stores on our way to our cottage. It had thread in it, no removable bobbin and no hook but a pretty colour and it felt good in my hand. In a booth at the St-Lambert Antique Show, an aqua celluloid shuttle caught my eye and as it only cost 50 cents, I bought it. If I was going to tat, I figured I would collect tatting things. My thought was to give it to my mother but my husband said, “You should keep it.” So with my own shuttle, I asked my mother to show me again and “Bingo” I got it! The box was $5 but as I didn’t want everything she sold me the shuttle and the thread for just $2. Then one summer, at a Flea Market in Sutton Junction, I spied a box with a plastic shuttle, tatting thread and some other sewing stuff. She even learned to tat left-handed to show me but I still couldn’t get it. My mother tried many times to teach us how to tat but without much success. These dainty items hung on Christmas trees and in the windows of many friends and family. They weren’t as prolific or exact, still, many more cards were made. When Doris retired at 93 other ladies volunteered to take her place. Mom was spotted tatting a lace edging for a hanky at an auxiliary meeting and the Brigadier thought tatted cards would be very salable items. For almost 30 years, Mom tatted yards of little flowers and Doris drew, cut and pasted the cards. Much of Mom’s tatting was for note cards she and Doris Ward made for the Catherine Booth Hospital. The hooks are needed to join rings but this can also be done with a separate crochet hook. Some have pics on one end, some little metal hooks and some smooth ends. Some of the newer ones have bobbins making winding the thread much easier. Celluloid, one of the first plastics, was used for shuttles. They have been made of silver, bone, ivory, carved from wood and moulded from plastic. Shuttles come in many forms and materials. It used to be considered a dying art but the internet has reintroduced tatting to many people. It was very popular in the late 1800s when shuttles were almost jewellery. Tatting is la frivolité in French and the shuttle is a navette. Shuttles are small oval objects that thread is wrapped around and they fit easily in your hand. Tatting is handcrafted lace made of knots, rings and chains using a shuttle. She tatted watching TV, waiting in line at the bank, in a doctors’ waiting room and even sat tatting with some fishermen in Portugal, as they fixed their nets. Mom was never without a shuttle and thread. If she would sit and tat for an hour on a Saturday, with Miss Proudfoot and her sister, she could then bring the funny papers home to her brothers. She learned from her neighbour when she was 10 years old.
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