Table Cloth

When I was in high school (which seems like forever ago, but really wasn't) someone at my family's church brought back a lot of great things from India, where they headed a mission. My Mom bought me this great piece of cloth:

 

For the last several years, it has had unfinished edges, and been covering a table in my bedroom at my Dad's house, but when I moved into my new apartment, I brought it with me. Of course, I wanted it to be finished to use it.

 

So now I have a very cool table cloth from India!

 

(Clearly this is more of a "man, it's nice to have a sewing machine" kind of post than a "look what I did" kind of post. Although I am proud that the seams are straight...)