This just came off my needles:
I know I'm not the first to point this out, but lace looks like such a hot mess fresh off the needles. The wool is willful and stubborn, pulling and pinching and puckering all over the place.
But. It can be tamed. It can be sweet talked, it can be seduced, it can be convinced to abandon its position on the way the world works.
I'll weave the ends in tonight and then tomorrow, I'll toss it in a sink with some Soak and see about getting it to come around to my way of thinking.
Hopefully the charms of full immersion will be sufficient. Seeing as how I don't have pins or a proper blocking board.
I'd be willing to serenade the knitted item if needed.