Jan 22, 2020
I found this footstool that had been left on the grass in the median of the road. Just the size I wanted for my prayer room. (Much like my life before Christ), the frame was in tact, but it was soiled, tattered and torn and smelled like cigarette smoke. So I stripped it, replaced the foam and batting and treated the wood. I covered it with this fabric I found at JoAnns Fabric… now it is beautiful… “A precious reminder of #GodsLoveAtWorkInMyLife.” #OneMansTrashIsAnotherMansTreasure. #MySpecialProject. Your #SingingSeamstress. https://www.instagram.com/p/B7o2DEGgxtCFFtJcebUDL3iWm6BfA0wf1vQoFE0/?igshid=18qz1c11546z4
