Mary Tudor, Queen of France:
I thought about being all coy, like, "Did I finish it? Read the book and find out!" But, dudes, I suck at coy. Ask anyone I've ever flirted with. And, so, here she is, on her wooly board in my filthy kitchen. I would have put her outside, to dry in the sun like the Shetlanders do, but I was afraid she'd freeze.
I was either pinning or genuflecting. Your call.
When did I get so gray? Must get some Lady Clarol.
Now to finish up the more mentally taxing portion of the project. By Monday, it will all be out of my hands for a while. Or my brain will have exploded. Either is likely.