Channon wanted a lace repair book. Here you go.
It’s splayed out like a seventh-grade frog dissection in science class. Here’s what I’ve done so far: I undid the cast-off to the point above where I needed to work and opened up the work space by holding the stitches on separate needles there. Every time I unpicked a double decrease, I ran a length of laceweight between the two side stitches to hold them together (tying it in a knot so it doesn’t pull out
I then thought to add a length of yarn through the stitches being dropped as I laddered them down to get to the offending part. Ahoy! Here be drag-ins!
It does help that I’m doing this after a rinsing-and-drying so that the stitches want to hold their shape. I got a few rows worked back together. But it gets squirrelly where I knitted past the drops, and I have now spent an hour doing everything but going back and working on it some more. I keep thinking things like, you know, I really need to get that carpet cleaned. Maybe today’s a good day to go do that instead.
You know those cartoons with a tiny devil dressed in red and a pitchfork leaning into one side of a person’s head, and the angel waving frantically on the other? “Just frog it!” “No, no, it can be rescued and you know it!”
What is ironic is if I end up trying both, but I don’t think so. Yet.