My fridge got a new do

It had been annoying me forever and a day- that my fridge was covered in out of date pics and that it was looking altogether scruffy. Tonight being James' night (he is currently tearing the ring out of it though) I finally got around to giving it the attention it deserves and I am very happy with the results!

I think a fridge tells you a lot about its owner. Mine is inconsistent- sometimes famine, sometimes feast, but always with some jumble of pictures and items on the front that I love. My mother's is always generous and a happy place to ferret without fear of an Old Mother Hubbard outcome. My mother in law's always full of the food you should be eating- pretty colours of fruit and vegetables and ocassionally sour milk- as she doesn't drink milk.

I felt sad to put away some of the old pictures. There was one of James and I at Nola's wedding- we had a ball that night- and it is one of my favourites- but Nola and Adam recently celebrated their 5th wedding anniversary- so it is dated- but we both look happy. Nola reminded me- we were newlyweds at her wedding.

I won't mention the name of the place we stayed at when we went down for her wedding- but remembering it makes me want to laugh. There was this big fat wiry haired pig sleeping at the entrance. James took one look at our room and declared that he was off to the pub to get drunk.

But it was a beautiful wedding.  Nola had a brilliant idea of leaving out a - what are they called- those instant cameras? Anyway- we made use of it. Happy, Happy anniversary again my cousin.

Adam is unfortunatley far away but I was so impressed and somewhat jealous when I read on her blog what he did for her.

I can now see my dining room table- another thing that was finally tackled tonight. It is one of James' gripes about me- that I cover every surface with my stuff (and lots of it). I remind him that we have no cupboards. I feel somewhat deficient as a female that it failed to register when we were looking to buy this house that it has a desperate shortage of cupboards. And I know that it is bad, bad, very bad of me- but I covet. Covet. Covet. Covet. Closets...

But enough of that. Did a dry run for Christopher's Valentine's basket. Not too shabby.