This first thing I did this morning was to sit down with my cup of coffee and turn on my computer. Imagine my delight when I read Maureen's comment/poem!
MaureenDecember 2, 2016 at 2:54 AM
There once was a Tatter so bright
She worked through the day and the night
Couldn't make herself stop
But each gorgeous Ice Drop
Made her beam and rejoice with delight
She worked through the day and the night
Couldn't make herself stop
But each gorgeous Ice Drop
Made her beam and rejoice with delight
I feel like my Ice Drops have a place in tatting history!
Thank you, Maureen! I think I'll spend less time on the computer this morning and get back to those Ice Drops!
