She sat there so lonely, this rocking chair on the last row of GW. Looking like a wallflower at the prom. I could relate. Oh, could I relate.
Kind of painful to look at. Her skirt had seen finer days.
Her seat had, too. I felt a little embarrassed for her.
She begged me to come and sit awhile. But I couldn’t. You see, she was covered in cat hair and, well, I’m allergic. That was reason enough to move on, wasn’t it? To pretend I didn’t see her?
Her legs had been gnawed on. I tried not to imagine what may have been visiting her in the dark of an old shed.
But she told me of the babies she had rocked. The nights of fever and crankiness. The days of sweet sunshine and drowsy smiles. She cried for a second chance. God has given me a second and third and more. How could I refuse?
This rocking chair, to be cont’d… yes, she will.
UPDATE: Her transformation to French Country wow
Doodles,
Oh wow this is gonna be really really good! Cannot wait
Ok…So I missed the “Part 1” part. 😉
Sorry about that! I had to order a webbing stretcher, just got it today, so hopefully I’ll get this one finished soon!
Oh, I was so looking for the big change at the end, but will try to be patient and wait to see her transformation later!
She has good bones under her cat hair! My mom had one like this – those Early American days! I can’t wait to see her when you finish! You always love a challenge and you have on with her too! I know your wheels are turning.