When I was pregnant with my son, I taught myself to crochet doilies.
I always loved the feel of the cotton thread sliding through my fingers.
I could crochet most things without even looking at my work.
Every time I sat at a doctors appointment, I would carry my crochet bag.
It never failed that someone would say
"My grandma/aunt used to do that."
Like some hand quilters, I fear that crocheting doilies is fast becoming a lost art.
Here's a short preview of some of the doilies that I made years ago.
My eyesight isn't as good as it used to be so I can't manage the teeny tiny thread that I used to use.
But I still love looking at the crocheted lace.