It's a Tablecloth

But there were a few bumps and a lump along the way to becoming a tablecoth. 


Twice I had to stop sewing, because the fat cat planted his weighty self upon the project.


I wish I'd stopped sewing when I ran out of bobbin thread.  Twice.  And top thread.  Once.  I daresay I topstitched the equivalent of two entire rows in you think you're stitching but you're not mode.

That top thread disappearance was a real nail-biter, because I saw a trip to Wal*Mart standing between me and a new tablecloth.  When and why did I buy a spool of peanut butter colored thread in the first place, and why — as my search of the thread stash revealed — had I bought second?  Providential, I'd say.


It's a tablecloth now.

And we know that the Son of God is come, and hath given us an understanding, that we may know him that is true, and we are in him that is true, even in his Son Jesus Christ. This is the true God, and eternal life.  I John 5:20