Finally I pinned the two pieces of fabric together and handed it to her. "Sew these together along this edge," I said. "When you open it up, you'll understand." She did as I asked, and when she pressed the seam open her face lit up. "OH!"
So here's how I do it.
Got it yet?
Some letters make sense as you sew them together, some make sense only when you cut away the excess. The K is one of the latter.
As I am writing this I am watching Game 6 of the World Series. I live an hour's drive north of Boston, so it stands to reason I am rooting for the Red Sox. I'm old enough to remember the heartbreak of 1967 and then again in 1975 and 1986. Every now and again there's an ad to "stand up to cancer." I'm having a colonoscopy on Friday, so I'll be quiet for a day or two until I get back to "normal." Let's stand together.