In Asturian tradition, crochet and bobbin lace have always been much more than techniques. They were silent languages, passed from hand to hand, filled with patience, tenderness, and community.
In my case, this heritage comes through my grandmother. Thanks to her work, I have been able to preserve crochet trims that now form part of my own project. When I hold them in my hands, I feel they are not just old threads, but fragments of her story, her time, and her way of caring.
Crochet and bobbin lace were never just ornaments: they were resistance, beauty, and memory. I imagine women sitting together, crossing threads over cushions, turning the everyday into an act of love and art.
Today, by using those inherited trims in my work, I feel I am weaving a bridge between past and present. Each stitch is a dialogue with my grandmother and with all the women who came before, a way of giving continuity to something that should never be lost: the strength of the handmade and the sensitivity of what is passed down from generation to generation.
