if you're a regular round here you'll probably already know that I'm not a runner. I don't mind a good walk. Running? Not so much.
But there was a time, many years ago, when I pulled on a pair of shorts and I persuaded my little sister to join me. We were world class Olympic athletes. We were the best of the best. Of course we were. We had numbers pinned to our vests.
This is the second of my pages this month for Gotta Craft.
Stars, circles, rosettes and banners cut with the Slice and rub-ons added from my stash.
Any Olympic memories going right back in your family?