It's funny... When I first started making lace, the air was "blue"
around my pillow almost all the time. Sometimes, cursing in English
wasn't enough; I had to yell out the worst in Polish, to let my lace
know *precisely* what I thought of its misbehaviour...
But, as my skills at "rescue missions" improved, the blue air thinned
out quite a bit; I think the worst I utter these days is: "drat; did
you really *have to* do this to me?" I still hate it the most when a
thread (or wire) breaks at the last, triumphant, "all done" moment.
But, even then, I've grown a lot more philosophical -- s... happens :)
Lace is much sturdier and more resilient than you might think; it'll
survive catastrophies which, at first sight, will send your stomach all
the way down to your toes. Take a deep breath and let your head take
over from your tummy. *Think* a dirty word (but don't say it <g>) and
keep on keeping on... Pretty soon, you'll be back on clear waters
again.
Just like politics :) Here Comes the Sun...
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Tamara P Duvall http://t-n-lace.net/
Lexington, Virginia, USA (Formerly of Warsaw, Poland)
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