
Okay, on with my little project...
Now, all my little scratches are covered up and it's on to the fun stuff!
I just pinned the paper to the chair back, right over the olden fabric, took a marker and drew around the edge of where the fabric ended, cut it out and I had my template.
Be sure to go and visit our Dear Transformation Diva Susan!
Be a bunch of sweeties,
Shelia :)
I'll leave you with a little Note Song~
GRANDMA'S ROCKING CHAIR
I went to live with Grandma when I was just a kid.
And if someone ever needed someone,
I'm someone who did.
She loved Grandpa and Jesus with plenty love to share;
And she told me all about it in that big old rocking chair.
I learned about Jesus in Grandma's rocking chair;
And, sometimes, when I'm troubled, I wish that I were there.
For when she sang of His sweet love, I didn't have a care.
I learned about Jesus in my Grandma's rocking chair.
I used to love to hear her hum as she worked through the day.
And each night at bedtime, I loved to hear her pray.
She told me about heaven waiting way up there;
And I first felt the feeling in my Grandma's rocking chair.
I learned about Jesus in Grandma's rocking chair,
And, sometimes, when I'm troubled, I wish that I were there.
For when she sang of His sweet love, I didn't have a care;
I learned about Jesus in my Grandma's rocking chair.
For when she sang of His sweet love, I didn't have a care.
I learned about Jesus in my Grandma's rocking chair.
~written by Joe Hemphill
I went to live with Grandma when I was just a kid.
And if someone ever needed someone,
I'm someone who did.
She loved Grandpa and Jesus with plenty love to share;
And she told me all about it in that big old rocking chair.
I learned about Jesus in Grandma's rocking chair;
And, sometimes, when I'm troubled, I wish that I were there.
For when she sang of His sweet love, I didn't have a care.
I learned about Jesus in my Grandma's rocking chair.
I used to love to hear her hum as she worked through the day.
And each night at bedtime, I loved to hear her pray.
She told me about heaven waiting way up there;
And I first felt the feeling in my Grandma's rocking chair.
I learned about Jesus in Grandma's rocking chair,
And, sometimes, when I'm troubled, I wish that I were there.
For when she sang of His sweet love, I didn't have a care;
I learned about Jesus in my Grandma's rocking chair.
For when she sang of His sweet love, I didn't have a care.
I learned about Jesus in my Grandma's rocking chair.
~written by Joe Hemphill
