It was ugly, it was old, it was tiny, and it was ours. Today we got rid of our "starter fridge" a small, cranky confection that used to belong to my great-grandmother.
When we moved to our former home we needed a refrigerator, and we needed it fast. I was seven months along with C (who turned four this Friday, by the way) and we had zero appliances and furniture, because our former rentals came furnished. We thought we'll only use that fridge for a while, but we never replaced it until today.
And let me tell you, it served us well.
So while I'm ecstatic to finally have a "real" fridge where I can actually fit some food, I can't deny there's a twinge of nostalgia inside...
But once I put some photos of C and Sketchbook's fine art magnets on our new buy, I felt much, much better.
(sorry for the phone photos!)