Mom's Letters: I covered my swing.

Sunday, November 8, 2009

I covered my swing.

We bought this swing seven years ago. It has been well enjoyed and kissed by the sun. But it was ugly. I didn't want to throw it away because it is functionally great, so I decided to recover it. At Joann's outdoor fabric is $16.99 a yard. I found this fabric at walmart for $3.79 and I freakin covered this thing by myself. I couldn't believe I did it, and I think it looks pretty dang good (if I do say so myself!). Total patio facelift!
The "before" with the "after"

Dealt with the hardware taking it apart and putting it all back together

Made pockets similar to pillow cases and then hand sewed them on tight and shut

Ta Da!

Doesn't it look much more inviting?!

3 comments:

T and A said...: way to go... it looks great!; November 8, 2009 at 6:49 PM
DeeDee said...: Seriously impressed!; November 8, 2009 at 9:46 PM
kendall said...: anne, i have looked at that swing wondering how to re cover it for two years.. you are amazing..it looks brand new! what a face lift.. and you even centered the print on the cushions.. very impressive!; November 10, 2009 at 9:35 AM

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I don't want to drive up to the pearly gates in a shiny sports car, wearing beautifully tailored clothes, my hair expertly coiffed, and with long, perfectly manicured fingernails. I want to drive up in a station wagon that has mud on the wheels from taking kids to scout camp. I want to be there with a smudge of peanut butter on my shirt from making sandwiches for a sick neighbors children. I want to be there with a little dirt under my fingernails from helping to weed someone's garden. I want to be there with children's sticky kisses on my cheeks and the tears of a friend on my shoulder. I want the Lord to know I was really here and that I really lived." — Marjorie Pay Hinckley

"The biggest mistake I made [as a parent] is the one that most of us make....I did not live in the moment enough. This is particularly clear now that the moment is gone, captured only in photographs. There is one picture of [my three children] sitting in the grass on a quilt in the shadow of the swing set on a summer day, ages six, four, and one. And I wish I could remember what we ate, and what we talked about, and how they sounded, and how they looked when they slept that night. I wish I had not been in such a hurry to get on to the next thing: dinner, bath, book, bed. I wish I had treasured the doing a little more and the getting it done a little less."

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Sunday, November 8, 2009

I covered my swing.

3 comments: