Resaca Rose: My Rocking Chair

Sunday, November 20, 2011

My Rocking Chair

Tearing down the rocker.

Almost stripped.

Putting it back together.

Getting the back lined up.

The skirt is attached.

The back is on.

The other side of the rocker.

My finished rocking chair.
Big improvement, isn't it?

AS ALWAYS

PIO

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Gregory ChairsNovember 21, 2011 at 8:22 AM
WOW!! What Nice design of sofa i love it i want to buy and i have new sofa bought from Gregory Chairs so hopefully all of you enjoyed my ideas.
Thanks for sharing with us.
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Resaca RoseNovember 21, 2011 at 7:50 PM
Thank you. I'm glad you liked it.
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Sunday, November 20, 2011

My Rocking Chair

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