For my troubles and multiple rips, I'm not sure whether I should blame the Irishman, the pattern, my sinuses which drip and ache each time I bend my head or Father Brown. I thought the Father Brown mystery series on Netflix was benign enough - and that I was clever enough - to allow for lace knitting while watching. I'm here to tell you it isn't so.
But today I see no mistakes in this re-knit work.
Hurray! If anyone out there notices errors in these close up shots, please keep it to yourself.
More importantly, concerning the pattern, I seem finally to 'get it'. There are only 2 more lace rows to work - surely I can keep my mind focused and not get too cocky. Here's hoping.