I am still on the snowflake kick, here is another variation from Lene Bjorn's book 24 snowflakes. It was another one of those cold sunny windy days where it was better to stay in and watch the birds from my french doors and tat to my hearts content.
Tomorrow they are predicting snow, something SC rarely sees. John calls this my slush snowflake.
Well back to figuring out which doily I want to tat for my niece and her mate