My dad gave me a call about a month ago. He was buying a new porch swing for my mom for Mother’s Day. “The old one is a bit worn,” he said, “but I think you have the ingenuity to fix it. “Would you like it?”
“I’d love it.” I said.
So last week he dropped the old swing by my house.
A bit worn… Yes. It’s a bit worn.
“I think you need to throw that old swing in the garbage!” my husband says. “Tell me again, why we have it at our house?”
“I’ve always wanted a porch swing.” I reply.
“Yes, I know. But this one has a big old hole in the seat.”
“But the frame is very solid. It rocks really well. I can make something nice out of this.”
For now it’s covered in my old quilt… which also has a few holes in it… which is why I’m fine with it being outside on the swing.
And all of us have loved having it. The kids take turns rocking each other. I love to sit out for a few minutes in the morning or evening. I dig having a porch swing.
And I know I can recover this old swing in a wonderful outdoor fabric, make a few pillows… and maybe even make it nicer than it was before.
I just love unexpected projects.