Published Aug 11, 2007
For some reason, very few things make a home look bad to me as a fridge whose light has burnt out. To me, it says “I just don’t care about having a pleasant, maintained place to live.” I mean, you go into the fridge several times every day, right? So it’s not like you can avoid noticing it.
Of course, with an attitude like that, my fridge light would burn out. For the last week, I’ve had a nice, ghetto kitchen with a darkened fridge. Très Palms.
Doesn’t that just look depressing? I mean, apart from the very bachelor-y selection of food inside. Shouldn’t all of those comestibles be highlighted, shown off, made to look appetizing? And how can that happen without a fridge light.
Finally I got time to get lights today. And it’s better.
Isn’t that cheery? Doesn’t that just help my refrigerated products say “consume me, I’m delicious?” Well, maybe not. It’s not Bel Air in there, but at least it looks cheery in there. Now my fridge says “welcome! Here’s what you have to eat!”
Welcome indeed. I know some shelving that could learn a lesson from that!
a truly incredible before and after. when i saw the first photo, i thought to myself, “yummy kalamatas! i want some.” but now that i’ve seen the light, i’m craving pimiento-stuffed green olives.
Maybe not my finest photo work! I actually do have some kalamatas, they’re just not in-frame. I always, however, have the pimiento-stuffed green olives, for the obvious application.