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While straightening up around our main room in the late afternoon I suddenly had a sense that all was not right with my table. There was a distinct lack of tableclothage. It needed softening. I began hunting about with an appropriating eye and came upon a lovely old jumper of mine (lovely in fabric that is, but not so much in cut). Out came the pinking shears and now I have a lovely tablecloth. So it doesn't cover the table? Ah, yes--I like to think of it as having style. Notice the lovely swoop of the hem? mm hhmm! Perfect.

(Thankfully there's still enough laminate surface in case you need to set something sticky down. Suddenly.)
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Now for Post-Snacktime Pictures:

Do you see how she keeps trying to peek around the camera to smile at me? Precious thing. She was also making silly faces and trying to get me to make them back to her. Which I did. Of course.

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(Uh-oh. Her book fell down.)

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