
the Gibbes Museum
When we planned our Charleston outing for our anniversary, we were going to visit a few antique stores and then have a nice dinner. My aunt’s proposition changed that, though. We knew we would be transporting two large paintings in bulky frames home, so space would be at a premium. (We won’t mention all of the shells I was bringing home, too!) For that reason, we decided not to go to the antique store. I have a knack for finding impossibly large items at the most amazing prices when I don’t have room to get them home. So, let’s not even tempt that scenario. Instead, we decided to visit a local bookshop and the Gibbes Museum. I never would’ve pegged Jeff as someone who would do anything more than endure a museum visit, but he has come to appreciate and even enjoy them. In truth, I had to learn the









