Like most people life revolved around the family, getting back to work, knitting, crochet and embroidery. Remaking gardens on moving into a different house(twice before lace, now up to five!); helping DH build wardrobes etc. indooors Outside we laid patios, built decorative walls - to keep the cattle out who wandered down from Epping Forest and loved our flowers. This latter problem may seem strange when you realise that we lived in a London suburb. It has been allowed from time immemorial for farmers in the area to graze their cattle in the forest. Imagine what happens when they stray onto the roads! Then in 1976 we moved to Hertfordshire, another house and garden, only this time it was an early C17th one. A joy but a lot of work in looking after it especially as, here in England, houses pre- 1700 are all 'listed', so that they are maintained and not 'modernised' too much. It was suggested that to get to know people I should go to Adult Education Classes in the evening. Fine! However I refused (a) to trundle a small sofa on a wheelbarrow to the venue for upholstery classes(DH had the car for work);(b) the usual classes for 'women' ie typing, dressmaking etc did not appeal, but lacemaking did. Thirty plus years later, a fellow novice and I still make lace together. Our tutor was Tordis Berndt, our textbook Maidment and 2 Swedish books of photos and the number of bobbins/thread needed. But NO patterns! And so we had to work them out on graph paper which gave me a grounding in how the threads moved; a great help when going onto Bucks. In 1980 I started teaching Adult classes as well as in schools, and finally to writing teaching manuals for these. And then to the pleasure of designing Point Ground. In between , Alan(DH) and I sold craft books and organised Lacemaking Weekends. Amazing what a house move can bring forth! Our pockets are several thousand pounds lighter, but the joy of holding lovely bobbins and trying to make lace worthy of them makes it all worthwhile. The new friends that one makes in person and over the net adds an extra plus to life. Lurking certainly brings out the memories and Alan and I bless the day we decided to come north otherwise we would never have found lace and all its pleasures.

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