here it is. i'm a little punchy with looking at it by now, and i expect that letting it fall into its natural habitat will give me time to appreciate it more. so much harder to block something wide when it's going to hang, vertically, from a rod. after an hour of swimming this morning i am more sure than ever that the gravitational pull on this planet is downright inhospitable.
in the interest of full disclosure, there's double-sided garment tape from victoria's secret holding the curtain somewhat in place. i have not decided if this will be a permanent part of things or not. also, the little crocheted loops at the bottom, i could have done without, but i knew that when i saw them in the pattern.
i look at both this flash photo and the non-flash one above and think my house must look either like a bergman film or a carl larsson painting. i guess things just start looking kind of swedish when you use a lot of reds and greens in your interiors.
i remain very satisfied with the knitting i did. only slightly less sure of it as a curtain rather than as a prêt à schmatte. handmade items do tend to have a personality beyond what one imparts to them, and this one is putting of a rather moody, painterly vibe, although that's not so out of place around this home.
UPDATE: as predicted, the plastic woven mat in front of that doorway was too much, even for my eye - and my eye would never be hired as a doorman at an exclusive club, believe me. it's rather freewheeling.
instead, i've moved a small painted oilcloth down here, so the curtain can reign...
...and moved the woven plastic mat up to my spinning room. perfect match! (to my eye.)
EXTRA-EXTENDED UPDATE: (it's not every day you finish a lace curtain).
here's why everyone's going to think we live in a brothel now...
and here's what it looks like to our neighbors at night! (and we love our neighbors.)