Farewell my frilly friend. It’s not you, it’s me. You were not unloved and promise that you have done nothing wrong, I just don’t have the time to pay you the attention you deserve at the moment. I bid you to be free from me and my pointy demanding needles and revel in your unravelling.
Be an abandoned WIP no longer and instead find yourself born anew as a lace zauberball, back to your virgin state, full of both hope and promise until you are given the love and attention that you so deserve.