TIME AND THE TATTING BUG

There are dishes in the kitchen sink,
There's dust upon the floor.
The pets have all been fed today,
But the cat still wants some more.
There's a garden with some flowers
That are almost choked with weeds.
But when the tatting bug has got you
Then you're deaf to all these needs.

'Cause the book just in from Stateside
Has new ideas galore.
And the lass who buys my bookmarks
Has said she wants lots more.
So if I want to splash out
On that new expensive thread
Then I'd better get my head down
And give up some hours in bed.

But perhaps there's just a minute
To try tatting with some beads.
Or to make that lacy butterfly,
Or just go where fancy leads.
'Cause all you need's a shuttle
And a ball of cotton fine,
And a quiet little corner
And some hours to just call MINE.

......Noelene, a frustrated Tatter
Member of the Tatters Guild of N.S.W.
"Tatting is Alive and Well at the
Tatters Guild of N.S.W."

-- © Copyright Noelene Lafferty

GREEN MACRAME THINGS

Oh, there's
Green macrame things and colored beads,
Big bins full of buttons is what everyone needs.
There're knicks and knacks aplenty near the crochet hooks
But the scariest thing of all is when she takes a look

At the
Neat tatting shuttles and balls of string.
The "Workbasket" magazine is her favorite thing.
To the Crafts Guild of Manitoba is where my wife fled.
And she wonders why her husband is losing the hair on his head.

Because there's
Cute little doilies for a center piece,
Candle stick holders with a scent release.
There're beads and pins and needles on my hardwood floors.
I wish to God they would close the crafting stores!

Then I could
Hug and kiss and cuddle my wife so sweet.
I miss how we used to hold hands and walk down the street.
If I could take her mind off tatting for a week or so,
I'm sure I could find the wife that I used to know.

THOSE DAMN
Green macrame things and stupid beads!
Those cursed tatting shuttles in their cases so neat!
If I had my way, they'd be out the door.
Then I could once again walk on my hardwood floors.

-- © Copyright 1995 Cliff Ludman, Tattter's Husband

I'm Feeling Blue...

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TO MY LADY WHO TATS

Tatting, tatting,

Swift or slow,

Watch the busy shuttle go.

Never missing --

straight and true,

See the slender

thread go through.

No one knows the

thoughts that go

With the shuttle, to

and fro.

Weaving, weaving,

Poised in air,

Leaving loops of

white so fair.

Darting downward --

once again,

To complete the perfect chain.

Swift the shuttle

shows its will

To display my lady's skill.

No one knows the

thoughts that go

With the shuttle,

to and fro.

-- LOUISE M. SARGEANT