|I crocheted a string of stars for the lovely Rose
for her birthday a couple of years ago
|She hung them on her screened porch…|
|…where the humidity turned them into blobs.
Rose asked if I could fix them since she had
starched and ironed them to no avail.
|Enter Maureen, stage left, with wax paper, pins, paint brush, ironing board, and Elmer’s glue.|
|The grass looked a whole lot better in the spring.
Gets too much shade in the summer.
|Do I have to give them back? They look groovy on MY patio!|
|See the flowers Ray planted, and the faded rose petals I scattered across the grass yesterday? I always do that with faded roses.
That is one nice looking star if I do say so myself.
|Josephine sat up like a groundhog to paw at them when I first hung them out, but soon returned to
contemplating the universe.