There's one obvious conclusion to be drawn from this: Penelope was not a blogger. Fellow bloggers would not have let her get away with it for so long without wanting to see the progress . . . so, just to make sure no suitors for my hand get angry with me, here's what I've done so far . . .
But suitors beware: My husband and I just celebrated our 27th wedding anniversary last week. Our marriage shroud is still being crocheted. Every stitch has been a labor of love, and there's no end in sight for this project . . . you'd better find yourself another Penelope . . .
Meanwhile, it's that time of year again. Boxes in my Living Room can only mean one thing: My son is going back to college soon. There goes that little catch in my breath . . .