I used a lot of pins to block this. There. I said it. The truth is that I don't even like pinning things: I used to be mocked openly when I was a ballet seamstress for never using enough of them. They are fiddly, hard to hold onto, and dang POINTY on one end. But the trouble is, if you say to someone who has OCD "Here are a few lace holes that really could stand to be opened up, and by the way, here are 3000 pins", then what you will get is this:
Voodoo Doll Knitting. The Forest of Pin-itude. Pin-a-palooza. Pin-tastic.
And heaven knows, it's not that I have too much time on my hands (evidence to the contrary). I was so bored with pins after the hour and a half it took me to poke one in every single stupid yarnover that I think I may have entered a fugue state. But I couldn't stop and leave some lace holes nicely blocked open and some untouched. That's like playing God with lace - who am I to decide which holes are block-worthy and which are not? So in the end the only fair thing (and the only thing that would allow me to sleep last night) was to block open every single hole in the lace. And every single picot on every single edge. Phillip smirked at my pain and asked if I'd read any Clive Barker lately.
I do like the way this is shaping up, skin perforations aside. You may remember from a previous post that this is a new project for Spring/Summer. I'm using the incomparable Blackwater Abbey 2-ply worsted in Old Purple this time. Big Fun, in spite of what Phillip is now referring to as "Your Pin Problem". How do porcupines make love? Carefully.