The technical details of making pretty and excessively complicated lace are - very fiddly, to put it mildly. After a few minutes of painstakingly exact movements of gravity and magnetic fields, she makes a version that looks suitably lace-like. Then she peers at it, and all of the hundreds of little imperfections make themselves apparent to her, all of the little ways in which it could be better. Without a second thought, she clears it and starts over. The second time she's faster, and the result is unquestionably better, but she's not pleased with this, either.

She starts on a third, convinced that while this one might not be perfect, it might look something like what she's trying to achieve instead of not.