the fancified glider

my grandma used to sit with me on her glider.  no it was not a swing.  yes it rocked.  it was peaceful sitting with her looking out over the valley.  for 2.3 seconds.  until i rocked too hard {and was reminded again it was not a swing}. or i couldn't sit still long enough {i always had ants in my pants}.  or i scratched my hiney on the plastic vinyl seat cushions worn from years of use.

it was another one of those diamonds in the rough.  a gem, you know? one that i did not appreciate until i took ownership.  almost dismissed when i wasn't looking.  a piece that i had to fight for.  especially when i found it buried under the remodeling debris.  last summer i painted it {i know, shocker}.

yesterday i made the cushions and pillows out of soft, non-vinyl fabric.  i can't wait to show you how she shines.  i have a feeling she'll be the showstopper.  and the much coveted seat in the yard.  looking out over that same valley i can hear the words rolling around in my mind.  it's not a swing.  sit still.  {but it will rock!}