Not the entire refrigerator...just the door. I wonder sometimes how our ancestors communicated with each other without a refrigerator door on which to affix notes. Our door, I choose to think rather typically, is fairly eclectic - some phone numbers, schedules, pictures of family members, a cartoon. All affixed with a detritus of of magnets gleaned from college visits, junk mail, vacations and inherited from generations before. In many ways, the door is one of the most deeply personal corners of the house. It's not intended to appear any certain way for the benefit of guests. It's the open-air equivalent of the junk door...and it's precisely these kinds of things that say who we are much more than the coffee table which we got because it matches the couch which, in turn, resembles the light switch covers. These things say who we are. I'm always nervous when I go to a house with a refrigerator door that looks too clean.
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