Poem
I'm never bored, I'll take my shuttle, wind it with thread, not being subtle. Counting, one, two, three, four, five and six. Some beads are added in the mix. I make rings and chains all day with double stitches, all the way. I add a picot here and there and sometimes even everywhere I make doilies, big and small. Edgings, collars, I make them all. In only white, or full of color. When one is done I'll make another. So stitch after double stitch some undoing when there's a glitch, beautiful things come out of my hands. I am the queen in my tattingland.