I’ve told you about the Great Refrigerator Debacle of 2012, right? That week back in October when my fridge decided to die and my lovely landlord didn’t get me a replacement for a full week? Those were seven dark days, and I’m fairly certain I went through several stages of grief: Denial (that the fridge was dead), anger (that I had to throw everything away, and then later that the fridge was so delayed in its arrival and I had to spend so much money on takeout), depression (that I couldn’t keep basic items, like my beloved almond milk, in the house)…it was not fun. And I complained a lot, as my friends and family can attest. (Sorry, guys.)
Anyway, I now have a new fridge and it works perfectly. But for that awful week that I was fridge-less, I was thinking about refrigerators so frequently that I spent a lot of time on the Internet doing research on them (no, really). That’s when I was reminded of my love for Smegs. In my dream house, there is not a stainless steel refrigerator or one that is designed to match the cabinets or walls—no, there is a Smeg. (Probably a pastel green one to match my beloved KitchenAid stand mixer.) I love the fridges’ vintage-y feel, their rounded edges, their everything. Now if only I had an extra $2,000 laying around…
P.S. I’ve typed the word “fridge” seven—now eight!—times in this post, in case you’re keeping track.
P.P.S. I was thisclose to titling this post “A Smeg for Meg.” You’re welcome.
All photos via West Elm.