My first reupholstery project

Tim and I purchased a Dining Room table and 6 chairs for $50 at a yard sale. The wood is very sturdy and in excellent condition, but the fabric on the chairs is tattered and stained. So I bought 3 yards of gray striped fabric at Field’s Fabrics for about $13, and have recovered one chair so far. Here are the pictures (click to enlarge):

Before

After

Not bad for knowing nothing about reupholstery, right? You probably noticed the fabric is a little buckled on the sides; this is because I stretched the fabric a little too far when I stapled it. I won’t make the same mistake on the other 5 chairs. If I have enough fabric left over, I will redo the first chair.

It’s hard not to wander away…

You know how you go to Church or Bible study, and during and afterward you’re all “fired up” for God, and you’re ready to take on the world and be a “shining light” for Christ…and then you get home and all the passion flies out the window because you find out your child didn’t clean his room like you asked, or you walk in the door and your parents yell at you for not finishing your homework?

You know how you don’t really think about what God wants until next Sunday rolls around?

What will it take for the love for God to take root in your life? When will it sink in and become the very core of who you are? When will your actions stem from the fact that your very goal in life is to bring God glory? What will it take? What are you waiting for?

Reasons Why
Nickel Creek

Where am I today? I wish that I knew
‘Cause looking around there’s no sign of you
I don’t remember one jump or one leap
Just quiet steps away from your lead

I’m holding my heart out but clutching it too
Feeling this short of a love that we once knew
I’m calling this home when it’s not even close
Playing the role with nerves left exposed

Standing on a darkened stage, stumbling through the lines
Others have excuses, but I have my reasons why

We get distracted by dreams of our own
But nobody’s happy while feeling alone
And knowing how hard it hurts when we fall
We lean another ladder against the wrong wall

And climb high to the highest rung, to shake fists at the sky
While others have excuses, I have my reasons why

With so much deception it’s hard not to wander away
It’s hard not to wander away
It’s hard not to wander away