Or maybe cover your eyes. I'm not sure. I'm too much of a slacker to have taken "before" pictures, when this was a tiny little bathroom between the kitchen and basement. Awhile back, we had the plumbers take out the fixtures, and this weekend we finally got around to setting up a pantry. And when I say "we", I mean my husband. He refloored the section where the hole from the ex-toilet was, and set up the shelves. Now I get to use it. Yay. My first idea was that I'd paint it some cheery color, but my ingrained slackerness came to the fore, and I persuaded myself that was a complete waste of time.
Ever since I was a child and we lived right down the road from All Saints Episcopal graveyard near Pawleys Island, I've loved to visit cemeteries. We have plenty in Charleston - this afternoon we walked up to Magnolia Cemetery, stopping off at the Jewish cemetery and St. Lawrence Cemetery on the way. We didn't see any epitaphs to rival my and Emma's favorite so far: "She made good gravy." (All Saints, PI). We did find a name (Whitemarsh Seabrook Smith) to rival our current favorites, Obadiah and Czarina Brown (Morgan County, OH). I guess if you have a name like Brown or Smith you can get the urge to break out with a creative first name. I also spotted what is by far the most unusual child's grave I've seen, along with rows and rows of Confederate soldiers' grave markers. One thing I'm still waiting to find is a gravestone that says "Suffer in Torment" instead of "Rest in Peace."
