Oh gosh! I have been very depress today.
Why? Well, may be the Xmas Blues. I don't know. One thing is for sure, I have been crying hidden from mom. I received today a catalog from Handy Hands and just the look of it made me so depress. Geesh. It's so hard for me to realize that I lost everything I had. I was very proud of my library. Not only I have over 500 books of diverse literature but over 300 books/magazines of laces and over 60 shuttles. I still have with me like 5 clovers and 2 aeros shuttles and the Atlanta IOLI shuttles (2 of them) and most of all my NATA itty bitty shuttle. But anyway, if you are a tatter you know that to have a shuttle collection with beautiful shuttles is a must. I had old shuttles (1920's), silver, brass, exotic woods and custom-made shuttles with my name and NATA #. At least the shuttles are in the great hands of my friend Tonya and she told me that I will get them back. But I don't know nothing about the books. Will be very difficult for the new owner to get rid of them. And I think that if it's a great tatter then I'll let her/him to have them and enjoy them a lot. 
It's so difficult even to tat. I was so used that when I was planning to tat something I just need to get a few books were I know I can find ideas for patterns and after a couple of hours browsing I'll find the perfect pattern. Now I only depend of the online patterns, tho they are hundred of them for free, you can't find the same amount of patterns than in a book library as huge as mine.
May be one day I'll get back all of my over 300 books and 60 shuttles.
Something that will be very, very hard... The last inventory had an estimated value of $4000 of books and almost $1500 on shuttles. Now I really need back my SSD pension!
And the finished projects. All those beauties that I received during the years from the different exchanges! Oh God! That's something I will NEVER recuperate.
I guess I learn my lesson: NEVER trust anyone with your personal business (affairs). Be very malicious and don't trust everyone.
Now back to my crying corner.
