Then, feeling confident and positive, I thought I'd have another go at clunies. Nothing - but NOTHING went right. The thread got tangled; the Lizbeth black split and twisted, and I was so hot my hands were sweaty. So I put it aside and met up for the afternoon with a friend I have not seen in thirty years!
She actually really liked the covered ring motif I brought along for her. Refreshing!
Then, when I got home I picked up the tatting and the Lizbeth was impossible - it went in the garbage. Don't worry - it was the end of the ball of grief, that, believe me, no self -respecting tatter would use.
I replaced the black with Cébéblia and carried on until I made too many mistakes; then I cut off a picot...
I am going to have to do it all over again. When it is cooler.