Help the Lee Sisters, Ugg and Love, get their Makeovers!

Sometimes orphans get left on your doorstep. In our case, left on our front porch, was a pair of sisters, the Lee girls....

Ugg:

and Love:

Meet Miss Ugg Lee and Miss Love Lee:

(and please avert your eyes from the cracked paint on That Old House. She is very self-conscious about getting old and wrinkled, and is quite desperate to find a good, miracle-working moisturizer . . . .)

So how did the Lee Sisters end up on my front porch?

My brother, Lindy.

(This picture, below, is from our House Blessing Open House two weeks ago ... that's Lindy on the right, his wife Carol in the wing chair, and my sister Peggy looking very surprised, on the left.)

Well, my big brother Lindy and his wife Carol are beginning to sort through things at their house on Long Island, deciding what will make the move to their house in North Carolina.

Most of this stuff is Lindy's. Carol is an innocent bystander. My brother is King of the Pack Rats, a crown he wears with distinguished aplomb, and a cellar you enter at your own risk.

Recently I got a call . . . "Hey Cassy! I've got a couple of chairs, I think they're old ice cream parlor chairs . . . you want them?"

Well, duh.
Of course I want them.
I, after all, am Queen of the Pack Rats!

One of the chairs was recently painted, so she's Miss Love Lee.

The other is au naturel, rusty and -- let's be kind and say, picturesque. She's Miss Ugg Lee.

I'm not sure these two are ice cream parlor chairs. I have a wire ice cream parlor chair in my hall bath (check in Monday for the metamorphosis of that room!) and it's quite different from these two beauties.
I think the Lee sisters may just be ... chairs. But they are cute, in a goofy sort of way.
And they need me.

It is time for makeovers for the Lee Sisters, don't you think?
A case of critical need.
Any ideas?

I keep seeing pink. . . .