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I finished binding the vintage patchwork runner last night, so the piece is finished. I went with a light gray binding, which seemed to go best with the top and bottom strip colors.

Working on this project reminded me to remember the past, and honor it whenever I can.

It's very much the original maker's vision, but I was able to add a little of mine own without distracting from that.

It's a practical piece, too. I have this long dividing wall between my kitchen and front room, and everyone puts drinks and other things on top of it. The runner is like a really big, long coaster.

Very happy I completed what this maker started.

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