We'll my sons were tired of thier beds and I finally got tired of hearing them complain. The oldest, Dalton, in the background has been hangin' with me for a while now so he knew right away he wanted a hammock in his room. CJ, the tough lookin' one thought it sounded cool too. So this morning when they arose refreshed and happy (for a change), I knew we did the right thing.
They're swingin' in what we call, Camp Smiley Conastogas. They're canvas painter's dropcloths from Wal Mart. Washed about 4 times they're super cozy.