Thanks for the warm welcome! Charlotte is home (along with all the red clay soil and inability to grow a proper rhododendron, even with yards of mulch spread each year to amend the soil), but weekends are spent on Hilton Head. My husband used to have the White Trash Cookbook until we moved to the south... some Junior Leaguer from Asheville who was in for a cocktail party spied it on the shelf and said it was tasteless (ya don't say?!). I have no patience for the humorless... He's from up nawth bless his heart, but a worthy southern cook. Easter is the start of barbecue season and the Big Green Egg is smoking up the neighborhood today and that would be western Carolina style with a vinegar base. Low Country Boil is also a staple, as are shrimp and grits. G+T season is upon us. No sweet tea though, we like our teeth right where they are.
Re: Daddy's paintings, I like the graphic two dimensional quality of many of them. I don't think every work of art has to have levels of meaning, I'm often drawn to the eye candy the color and pattern provide vs. layered storytelling, contextual clues and ponderous interpretation. Love that big art/heavy meaning/decoding the attributes of the flowers and colors/saints/gods/elements when I go to a museum, but for my walls? No thanks... I think they are bright and cheerful which is what I gravitate to when decorating my house. They have zero to do with her chateau decor, but if my daddy painted them and passed early, I'd want them around whether or not they matched. Though pulling back, there are SO many things wrong with that household that the oddly juxtaposed modern paintings are the least of them. If the cold and damp are as bad as reported, I would store them offsite to protect them from the vagaries of temperature and humidity. Whether oil or acrylic, they would be happier in a climate controlled environment. Or maybe they just need a nice water bottle... fill the kettle at once, Phillip!