Welcome to my lace home
Henry VIII, his six wives and Queen Elizabeth I bobbins by Chris Parsons
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In conversation it came up that my lace pillow is really a reflection of my life in making lace.
I started making lace in 1988 which means I've just I've been doing this for over 27 years. Every bobbin tells a place or a gift, every bead tells a story. There are the beads that I bought each month when I started. Because I worked in Kilburn I would take the Jubilee line and switch to the Picadilly line to Covent Garden, then over to the bead shop in Neal Street or down to the wholesalers just off Regent Street. (I always remember where that one was because you turned up the road by the Godiva chocolate shop which was irresistible on some occasions). |
Starting off as a place to hold my bobbins, this site has expanded and incorporated the book blog where I've been cataloguing and commenting on the lace books that I own.
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Just looking at the bobbins in the pictures here I see some continental bobbins from our visit to Bruges for my 41st birthday, a heraldic dog from Sallie Reason and a pair of paua shell inlaid bobbins on lemon wood which my mother bought me for my birthday the year I started making lace.
Glass beads from Japan or Italy. Semi precious stones from South America, Australia, The Far East and some even from the UK. |
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There are a pair of painted bobbins commemorating Christmas and the National Christmas Lace Fair in 2002 which have semi precious stones in the spangle where the green marking in them are from long crystallized ferns which you can still see.
Bilby spangle
There is the bobbin that cost a couple of pounds, but I just liked the look of, which has a bead in the spangle that cost over £10 just because I liked the bead. The two bobbins whose wood is from Tasmania that I won in a raffle ... So my Australian husband bought me two silver charms to remember him by; a Kookaburra and a Bilby (think very pointy nosed and pointy eared rabbit - go on, look it up on the web, they are cute).
This is the map of my life.
This is the map of my life.