A runner, most likely I will never be.
A walker, yes. A runner, no thanks. I about die after a few blocks.
I guess if I can't be a runner, I can make a runner. The different sort.
The kind for a table, or in this case, a piano.
Since we moved in, the space on top of the piano was a hodge-podge of different items.
It needed some color and homey comfort.
In case it's not already obvious, I love patchwork pieces.
I put this together without having to buy anything new...my kind of craftiness.
And I love it because it includes pieces of our family: kids' quilts and dresses, previous garage sale scraps, old pillowcase, and a lounge quilt.
The back was some burlap-y type fabric from my Mom-in-law. Not sure what it is. My Mom advised not to put it in the dryer.
Ahhh...a touch of family right there on the piano.
Which little fingers are starting to tinker around on more and more. :)