Last summer I was driving through my neighborhood and saw a garage sale. Being the junk junkie that I am, I slowed to see if there anything caught my eye. And there it was. A perfect little children's wooden rocking chair. What is a girl like me to do? I pulled over and was prepared to walk away disappointed. Afterall, I never know if the joints will be strong, if the chair is in good shape, if the price is right. I looked it over, inspected it, and asked the price. It was my lucky day! I brought the chair home and waited for the right moment to transform it. This sweet little rocker was very patient with me, and tonight I put the finishing touch on it.
Here is side view - I love the black and white checkerboard on the rungs . . .