I love lace. I collect old crocheted lace, most of it stained and damaged from love...the way I like it best...holding close the stories of their making and their use. the hands of many people handled the delicate fabric.
No way as moving as old lace, it still intrigues me that the embroidery machine can stich lace patterns...some of which can stand alone. Way too cool.
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