This week the unlikely happened: After over a year of watching my crochet thing evolve beyond the realm of all that is practical and reasonable, my husband learned how to crochet. It took a visit from Crochet me Contributing Editor and instructor extraordinaire Cecily to get him to take the plunge. But he wasn't very happy when I went to take his picture:
When I finally convinced him to keep his tongue in his mouth, the dog took over:
Thanks, Cleo. I appreciate it.