Fridge Friday

Jenny has been participating in Fridge Friday for a while now, and I'll admit to be intrigued. Hers always looks so clean and well organized. Mine is like a toxic waste dump. I've resisted the lure to bare all here for some time, but it's getting stronger.

I'm not sure what the rules are. Is it only the inside that counts? Can you take the photo after the weekly monthly fridge cleaning or does it have to be pre-clean? Should there be commentary? I just don't know. It's very overwhelming. I'm just going to dip my toe in.

Yes. That really is my fridge. It doesn't go in my current kitchen at all, but when we lived in the bungalow, sweet baby Jesse, it was perfection. Honey wood floors, steel cabinets painted crimson red with stainless handles, original stainless steel counter top. Antique metal signs hanging on the walls. Brushed steel shelves with hooks for my pots and pans. It was awesome.

The fridge came to me with my husband. He had purchased a new fridge shortly before we began dating and one of his friends was dating an artist. Mr. Clairol had her paint flames on his brand new black fridge. I feel compelled to tell you all that she freehanded this. She is gifted. Too bad she dumped Mr. Clairol's friend. I could use some art.

Anyway, it took me a while to warm up to flaming fridge, but eventually, I began to see her beauty. When we moved into the old house, I began slowly changing it (it was a man-cave in the worst possible way; the coffee table was a huge tire with a glass top. No I am so not kidding.) The kitchen was truly the crowning achievement. I designed it around the fridge, because I knew she wasn't going anywhere and it really worked. (Geez, Jen, brag much?) When we had our house on the market, we got three offers for the fridge! Crazy. My realtor told me that the kitchen was what convinced our buyers to buy it.

Okay, I've bored you by bragging about my decorating flair long enough. Trust me, I don't usually congratulate myself so heartily. I promise, the next post will be about a bomb. Not a literal bomb, Big Brother. Just a decorating/landscaping one. I can feel the surveillance cameras already.