Cary, Audrey, and Me

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I’ve been away from the blogging all weekend because I couldn’t tear myself away from painting furniture and watching Cary Grant movies (marathon on Turner Classic Movies. Yes!) Okay, so that last part was really just an excuse to post a picture of Cary Grant (sigh), but I got such a nice response from everyone on the Michael Phelps pic, I figured it’d be worth it.

The real thing that kept me away was the painting of the furniture. I’ve had the same white wicker furniture in my bedroom since I was eight years old. I have found, since that time, that you can employ any number of window treatments, wall colors, and sheet sets to try to counteract the furniture, but it will always, always look like you should be holding a stuffed animal tea party. (And, let’s face it, the last time I did that was at least three years ago, when Mr. Bunny’s politics took a sharp leftward turn.)

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Since I am–let’s call it “thrifty”–I decided to paint the wicker. After all, why buy new furniture when you’ve not yet gotten two decades out of your old furniture? That would be silly. So, I laid down some painter’s plastic in the living room, got out my brushes and went to work on turning my white wicker green.

Why brushes, you may ask? Silly Mary Katharine, you’ve been spending too much time daydreaming about Michael Phelps and not enough time thinking through your room makeover. Wrong. I had to go with brushes because the exact color of green I wanted was not available in a spray.

The result was that I spent hours priming and painting all my furniture, crawling up and under, willing paint into the nooks of furniture that is all crevice and no surface. In the process, I kept banging my head on the underside of my vanity, so my head looked like a piece of Fruit Stripe gum.

When I finished, “Charade” was on. I couldn’t help but notice that Audrey Hepburn was running for her life from an entire gang of murderers and did it with matching gloves and pill box hat for every outfit. I looked at my paint-streaked legs and decided that Audrey would never have been brought so low by mere furniture-painting.

But then, I doubt Audrey Hepburn ever got a new bedroom suit and highlights for her hair for less than $30. Ha–“thrifty,” I tell ya. I put on a pair of oversized sunglasses and called it even.

Mary Katharine blogs at Townhall and will not be hosting anymore stuffed animal tea parties. So, stop sending RSVPs, Jay and Paul!

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