Here's something delicate to soothe away any Monday-morning resentment at having to get up.
There are lacewings:
photo by RudiSteenkamp
photo by Somepics
photo by Gilles San Martin
and, of course, laces:
photo by Oto Zapletal
There's the fabric, too, whether it's the smoke-stained and dismal curtains of those surely too dull to have any secrets worth discovering, or the glorious trappings of the priest, the baby, or the bride.
Victoria and Albert Museum. Photo by hottholler
Why such a cobweb of threads is a giver of joy is more than I can explain.
But it is, all the same.
Spot the Frippet: lace. This word comes from the Old French laz, and before that rather sinisterly from the Latin laqueus, noose.