It is just a small square quilt, used mainly as a table runner. Even though it is not quite a table runner.
It is a table square.
I hope it is not having an identity crisis.
As the Man and I were cleaning out the basement, I was going through some plastic tote boxes and found it tucked into one of them.
Just in time for Valentine's day, I thought. Until I looked at it more carefully and noticed that one of the center squares was chewed up. By a mouse.
A batting-chewing, fabric-slewing mouse.
Hmmm, he better be out of my house, that mouse.
I brought it up to Mom and she said she could fix it.
Didn't she do a fabulous job?
Chewed up square gone, new square on.
Good momma, smart momma, getting rid of mouse drama.