After my disastrous attempt at Ptarmigan last week, I ripped it out and started over yesterday. And while it doesn't look that much different, knitting it is much nicer, and a project that was initially kind of miserable turned out to be exactly as pleasant as I'd hoped. Really, all of this could have been avoided by doing a gauge swatch... but this yarn is so precious that I didn't want to waste any of it. See, that's a perfectly legitimate excuse not to swatch! I stand by my laziness, even if it took a lot of grumbling to fix it.
And now the fabric is pretty much perfect. The purl bumps are tiny and lovely - like beads on a string - and the lace is dainty and subtly open. It's exactly what I'd envisioned. Sometimes it just takes a week (or more) of settling into the idea of ripping my work out and trying again. I'm just happy that it worked out the second time, because usually by the third attempt I'm ready to shove the yarn into the bottom of my stash and forget it ever existed. Yay for small victories!