Perhaps the anti-peanut-butter-kisses stance was just a Nashville thing? Because three of you (and you know who you are) professed to liking the orange and black wax paper candies. I thought about buying a bag of them and sending some to you (and you know who you are), but there's sort of a rule that they shall never cross the threshold of this house.
Still working away on the Inverted Thing. It may be that my photos yesterday didn't make it clear enough. Let's try again.
Starting was a garter tab at the bottom, center back (as I will wear it.) Widening out to the part that will wrap around my shoulders. And the Vs are pointing up instead of down. Again, in the larger picture of Life, not world-shaking. Still, I don't know how it happened. Is happening.