The Refrigerator - Part I

I should have taken a better "before" pic -

when it was covered in grime

and grunge and unidentifiable food particles

and drips of stickiness ... ew.

Electric Green Stickiness.

Double ew.

Anyway!  On a cleaner, more sanitary note:

On the day that I happened

to be at the old house and also have my rubber

gloves and my Sparkling Wave scented

Pine-Sol, I, sadly, did not

have my camera.

Moving on ...

and keeping it real.

We hadn't used this refrigerator in three years.

It sat in our garage, at the old house,

holding mayonnaise, multiple jars of mustard,

medicine bottles with the remnants

of long-expired liquids,

sodas, beers, wine coolers,

chocolate pudding cups (ah, hem!)

and ... eleven jars of pickles.

I'm not even joking about that.


Somehow the case of Reeses Peanut Butter
cups didn't last more than week
in that fridge.  I think the very next time
we stopped by the old house to mow,
we ate the entire case of Reeses.




Or maybe we didn't.
I'll never tell.

Guess what color pickles are after three years?

They're still pickle-colored.

But you can tell at a glance, it's not ... right.
It's a funky, funny green that no
normal person would consider eating.
fer sher

So I threw it all out.

And then I removed all the shelves

and bins from the fridge and freezer.

And then I soaked and scrubbed and wiped

and even had to get out a scraper at one point,

and finally - the fridge is spic and span

inside and out.

Yep.  Spic.  And.  Span.

So then we put it on a dolly and

hauled it over to the barn.

I have a vision for this fridge.

You'll never guess.

I'll give you a hint:

It's going to be our new barn refrigerator.

It's going to hold all our beverages -

from waters, to sodas, to Monsters (yes, those are mine)

to V8 juicers (those are not mine)

to juice boxes (also, not mine)

to beer.

(Again.  Not mine.)

And! I'm going to have it painted red.

Barn Red.

With trim on the doors.

White trim.

And I'm buying new handles.

Old-looking, black, barn door handles.

And I can't wait.

Here is a pic of the fridge after I've taped it off:

Amelia is wiping down the sides

with a warm soapy cloth.

I don't know why.

It was already clean.

But I don't want to discourage the girl.

Put some muscle in it!!!

Work that soapy washcloth!!

You missed a spot!!!

Just kidding.

Here, Doc is removing the handles.

I'm not going to tell you how difficult it was

for me to convince him that the 

handles had to go.

I won't tell you how many props I had 

to bring out or how many sketches I had to draw.

I think he finally decided to take off

the handles so I would stop waving my arms

around like we were playing Charades.

Whatever.

:)

... to be continued ...