While rooting through my folks’ forgotten belongings that have been stashed forever in my garage, I unearthed a box of runners that Mother had sewn many moons ago. She adored this pattern, jewel-toned threads summoning royal porcelain wares to a background that could best be compared to cream tea. And though she left us several years ago, these souvenirs of her handicrafts endure A melange of ginger jars, floral dinner plates and teapots are woven into a tapestry table runner that will protect fine furniture finishes and table linens from stains. Machine washable poly/cotton blend. 

Make haste. There were only sixteen in the box. (Claude knows he isn’t supposed to jump on the table but I didn’t have the heart to interrupt his dream. I kept this runner for myself. 👍🏻😉)