I am feeling the excitement of the end in sight of Snowflake Peacock -- just 15 rows left.
Someone asked me why I call it the pink thing. As those of you who knit lace know the magic and beauty of lace is pretty well hidden until the piece is blocked. Until then, it is a shapeless mass. Like this -- Snowflake Peacock as I work a wrong side row:
Like I said, pink thing.