three fourteenths of a small doily
A little project...

I was up rather late tatting, and I heard the clock in the kitchen ring the hour.  The clock hasn’t rung the proper number of chimes for years, so I just assumed it was midnight.  When I came out and looked at the clock, however, I discovered it was only eleven after all.  Maybe I’m a faster tatter than I think!

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