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LEFT SIDE OF FRIDGE:
• The voyage: The magnet that says “Andrea’s Kitchen,” which my beloved Grandma Carolyn found at a yard sale approximately 20 years ago, takes you on the entire trip. Somehow this one magnet has remained in my possession through countless moves, tracing my steps from college, first apartment, first condo, first house, divorce… second apartment, second condo, and now, finally, to what I hope will …

INSIDE: Cranberry Juice leftover from New Year's Eve. OUTSIDE: Postcards from Paris, Lisbon, Da Nang and Oman. INSIDE: An empty pepperoncini jar housing brine for a spicy dirty martini yet to be made. OUTSIDE: A "Will poop your likeness" magnet from late night shopping in a Tennessee Walmart. INSIDE: Coconut coffee from my sister in Monterey (which makes for the best Sunday late morning). OUTSIDE: …

My name is Dana and I have a photo booth addiction.

If I see one, I must get in it and take photos, no matter where it is located. And if I am in some place special—like a theme park, resort, out-of-town mall—I am on the hunt for one. Maybe it's not an addiction, but more of an attraction, like a bug to a bug lamp. Either way, …

It started with a couple of pictures on the top part of my fridge. Images of family members that mean a lot to me. Ten years later, I have a mosaic and true representation of how much I love my life and how important my friends and family are to me. I find myself gravitating towards the fridge door when I'm feeling a little lonely. I go there when I …

I snapped this pic months before Freeze Frame went live on SMITH. It's one of the many pictures I took of my childhood home before it was sold. Though I was sad to see my house go to another family, I breathed a sigh of relief when my parents moved away. It was I who pressured them to leave.

My childhood home sits dangerously …

The items on my refrigerator remind me about my life: A photo of friends, taken 15 years ago but to me is timeless. (A friend I didn’t talk to for a while was cut out of the photo; now we’re good friends again. It’s a reminder not to stay angry. Her red hair is visible at the photo’s edge.) A note from my mom that says she and my dad …

What's on my fridge door? Well, let’s start with who you’re talking to: Aurelio – 44 yrs old, married with 1 child, own a 2-bedroom co-op in NYC, work in sales for an IT consulting services firm. Watch nut, cyclist, likes to read and catches his breath with whatever free time is left ;-)

Fridge is not a Sub-Zero (sorry to disappoint the other Upper East Siders); however …

Uncluttered space has always been appealing to me. A room with very little furniture, a painted wall with very little artwork, a lawn with a single tree all has a certain simplicity I find soothing and easily comprehensible. Seeing a friend’s refrigerator covered in magnetic memorabilia can reveal insights into the mind of the owner best left hidden from view.

Being a Scorpio of a mostly guarded nature, …

Our fridge is an abstract study in marital compromise. During years of singledom, I proudly adorned my fridge with magnets from my travels like a boy scout boasts merit badges. In my case, the tackier the magnet the better...an acid green margarita glass from Rhode Island...Pisa's leaning tower, an oh-so-British phone booth, idyllic palmed beach scenes from Peter Island, Tulum, Mystique and Jamaica, a plastic baguette avec beret from Paris. …

When asked to write what was on my refrigerator door, my first response was I couldn't because for the first time in over 20 years, it's totally bare. Last year I moved into my new apartment and over the past year, I never put up any of my old pictures of friends or family. I no longer have any encouraging passages to help curb the eating, think positive, etc. My …

I like my refrigerator. I picked it out when we moved into our house. It's stainless with double door refrigerator top and freezer on the bottom. The stainless aspect doesn't stop the kid art that decorates it from sticking—that's what blue painters tape is for.

On the right door are two "GALLON" pictures that my daughter drew; one is a huge "G" inside the "G" are "q's" inside the …

When I first moved to London 20 years ago a refrigerator was a humble "fridge." They didn't do big, they did these small, pint-sized little thingys that were kind of cute and held about a days worth of shopping. Come to think of it, everything was smaller-portions in restaurants, cocktails, and especially expectations.

Now, you go to someone’s house, it boasts an "American style fridge-freezer" — oversized and holding …

I am not a collector of things. I don't have a case with little silver spoons, or a shelf with china cats; I don't have hundreds of baseball cards or a cellar full of wine. My parents might say I collect shoes and dust, and yes, I should probably shop less and clean more. But on the whole, I'm not a person with a fridge full of magnets.
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They say every fridge tells a story. My fridge, however, is more like a crime scene report - cold, gross, and filled with unpleasant surprises.

My refrigerator door is filled with photos of my family, of which I have three: my mother’s family, my father’s family, and my step-father’s family. No matter how close I get to my other relatives, I will always be my mother’s daughter. How do I know? My cleaning lady writes me letters.

I remember when I lived at home right after college and worked as a magazine intern and …

If you didn’t know me, you’d think I was a narcissistic alcoholic. My friend Dennis from Texas took a photo of me and created an Andy Warhol-like book cover as a joke and it was so funny I put it up on my fridge. The combination of rows and rows of my faces with a reddish background next to a hot pink postcard from Barneys New York advertising a cosmetics …
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