Not long ago, I found this old rocking chair at a local thrift shop. I immediately was drawn to it. It had good bones, sturdy and strong. I wasn't a fan of the cushion but that was an easy fix, as I saw it. So I paid for it and called the hubs to pick it up for me.
I was given some curtains that was heavy fabric and would look good for a season in my bedroom, not as curtains but as a seat cushion for my new/old rocker. So with hubby's help, we demolished the old seat to prepare for the new.
Now, check out this old burlap found underneath the fabric. I loved it and thought it would make a really unique pillow for outdoors next summer. You know on an old table, bench or something. But, hubby, thinking we have enough "junk" thought that an awful idea and chucked it. I know, I'm still a little bitter over that...LOL
Regardless of the demise of the burlap, I am happy with the way my rocker turned out. (don't judge, we've not done this before) Have you ever thought about the history of an old piece of furniture, the tales it could tell. As I sit in this old chair rocking my newest granddaughter, I wonder if one day many years ago another grandmother sat in this very rocking chair singing "Jesus Loves Me" or "Jack and Jill" to a very sleepy baby. I like to think that is so.