When I finally got my own place, one of the first things I started to get were zany magnets. Dustin had a few Disney-related magnets from a previous trip with his daughter, as well as some really great Smiths magnets that I adore. It's gotten to the point where not just magnets belong on the fridge, but a bevy of postcards, greeting cards, and various items that we've picked up along the way.
I'm constantly cursing these objects falling off the fridge and the cats knocking them around the kitchen floor, but I'd never change it. It's a gallery that keeps my food cold, and when we moved to the new place in November 2009, the first decorative item that went up were the hundreds of fridge accents...because it's a fun and wall-mount free way to make a house a home.
My fridge is a representation of my life and my exploits: no matter how boring they may be. At any time of the day, I can glance across my kitchen and be reminded of the people in my life, the places I've been and the things that I've seen. It's pretty rad.
When I look at this particular photo, for example, I see a postcard that I got when I went to the gay bookstore with Garett, a photo of Plastic Bertrand that I sent to Dustin because of it's awesome ridiculousness, a magnet from Mackinac Island from when my parents went there and said that Michigan is boring and smelly (except for Bronner's. It's awesome and awesome), and a the corner of a Polaroid photo that was taken at the McDonald Fair when Natalie was visiting...and it was so rainy and gross that everyone was up to their ankles in mud but still came to the fair anyway because there's really nothing else to do in Southwestern Pennsylvania.
Besides keeping your bottled water and yogurt cold, what is your fridge doing at your house?