The cottage was torn down. And the red chair was saved. I really don't know how I ended up getting it...but it sat on my front porch for years. I painted it once upon a time. Then it sat in my Mom's garage for ever and ever.
When I found it thrown in the dump pile..after my Brother and Sister cleaned it out..I knew it was time. Time to try my hand at "creating." Creating a new life for the red chair.
So with some guidance from Tracy of York Mountain Primitives...I set forth (OK so it sat in my garage for quite awhile before I set forth at all).
Here is what I started with:
I know she taint to pretty. But all you prim friends...I bet YOU all see potential. Now mind you, I do not claim to be crafty. I do not claim to be talented. I do not claim to be creative. But...I decided t try..after all...it couldn't look worse than this! Right??
So here it is..in all it's glory. My little red chair.
I kind of love it!
Thank you Tracy for your guidance. I wouldn't have known where to start without you!