I’ve never been much of a refrigerator magnet person.
My refrigerator is a hard-won slice of 1950s yummy goodness, leaving me disinclined to spackle over it with appointment reminder postcards, lap swim hours and the like. But then I ran into inexplicable matching magnet sets on the internets, however, which gave me pause.
Who knows if it’ll last, but it’s all “Sky Bunnies” around here for the present.
Inside, there are chicken eggs, and, up there on ice, the last of my husband’s attempts to influence the course of homestead decoration.