I keep coming back to fragments of knit lace retrieved from Herbert Niebling charts. Or they keep coming back to me.
In silk fabric strips:
In hand spun silk and flax, suspended in a web:
Revisited later, in fine merino, in a hand made bobbin lace cage:
And left in a birch tree at Rud Artist-in-Residence, Dalsland, Sweden:
Lately, reconsidered in crochet cotton, with mulberry paper.