We met before, years ago, but I was not impressed. “Nothing special,” I thought, “nothing to turn my head.” I was otherwise involved and it was easy to resist. So the years went by, and I forgot.
Last summer Wanda tried to introduce us again. “No,” I said. “I’m really not interested, thanks anyway.” And the months went by. But subconsciously I was becoming intrigued.
Then Ginny came to me, with a little triangular scrap of crocheted fabric in her hand. “Help us,” she said. “I know you can figure this out – how do you make this? Someone gave it to us and we can’t figure out how it goes!” So now I was obliged to puzzle out the mystery.
After a few attempts I replicated the diagonal triangle, but to make a square you would have to close it up by decreasing at the sides and would then lose the delectable scalloped edge! No, I thought, there must be ways to save those lovely scallops! And so I