I like The T

Okay, I get it...you win. I say 'picot' all wrong. It's okay though, I've accepted it. I have decided that when I do make my introduction to needle tatting video I will clarify the correct pronunciation and continue saying it wrong because my brain is sort of stuck there. I appreciate that no one was mean nor condescending in their confirmation of my deficiency. In fact I simply appreciate knowing the answer. Being self taught means that unless the book or site tells me something implicitly, I must figure it out myself. I will just qualify the word when I say it wrong...you know so people know that I know and have simply decided not to care.

I wish I had some tatting to share, but alas I got my very first iphone and it sucked my days away. Not shockingly, I also haven't had any sales since I spent far too much money on a phone. I really ought to get to designing something new to attract customer type attention. I've gotten plenty of tatting attention from the new video, but that attention doesn't pay for a ridiculously expensive phone. It does however leave me feeling very flattered by kind and encouraging comments. I have been delighted to hear shuttle tatters impressed and I do truly hope that these go a long way to helping others join the tatting ranks or at the very least understand that is not a dying art and that it is not impossible to learn.

Now to the dark, sullen side. I been feeling the inexplicable urge to complain about something here for some time, but I haven't. You see the Internet has taught me a few things. One of those things is that the world it huge and diverse and yet if you say something untoward about someone on the other side of the country they are going to hear about it. This fact has made it nigh on impossible for me to unburden myself about someone who has been upsetting me for quite some time. I also have no desire to make people chose sides and perhaps lose friends or support over it. I really do understand that just a few words from me will enough for somebody out there to figure out what I'm talking about and the drama will begin, but I am getting frustrated. It has even gotten bad enough that I have finally sent a message, which is direct confrontation and just as stressful for me as the situation itself, requiring that I be the 'mean' one. My stomach is seriously in knots and I hope with all my being that my words don't fall on deaf ears. In conclusion please, I beg you, person I am referring to...stop trying to be me...that is all.

I think I mentioned the husbands vacation from work and that begins today, so I might be a bit scarce as we adventure though I will try to keep up my daily blogging. I might schedule up some wunderkammers with links so I don't have to worry about that either, but who knows. Have a good week either way all!