Labor of Love

 

Those of you who have stuck with me through the 3 year kitchen remodel rarely hear me sing any praises but I have to say...I love, love, love my new fridge. Look at that. That's the freezer side and I can see everything. It makes life so much easier. The Mister and I live out of our freezer anymore. It's hard to buy or cook for just two.

I spent yesterday transferring the stuff from my old fridge to my new and I couldn't believe how many bottles of this and containers of that I had from recipes I tried once and never again. There was so much trash The Mister took a run to the dump when we were done.

While I am confessing my love for things I need to include my new dishwasher. Truthfully, I rarely use it for dishes. I use it for all kinds of cleaning including all the shelves and door compartments for the old fridge. I am getting them sparkling clean because my sister offered to take it off our hands for her garage. I'm glad it found a new home. I'm always sad when things go. I'm still not over the man hauling away my old door. As much as I love the new one, the old one felt like family.