

Once upon a time, there was a woman whose kitchen was the ugliest in the kingdom.
Every day, when she walked by the kitchen, she said to herself, “Oh, I surely wish I had some way to make my kitchen more beautiful.” But she had no money, and so the kitchen stayed just as it was.
And she was sad.
You could hardly blame her, can you, dear reader? Her kitchen was full of things from the 1980′s, and that’s enough to make anyone sad, don’t you think? All that brown, brown, brown cabinetry in the middle of the cottage.
Plus the huge stainless steel fridge that dominated everything that she just had to have when she moved into her cottage, was a constant reminder of how silly she had been, spending money that she should have been saving for the dark times ahead.
It was dark.
It was depressing.
And so the woman was depressed, too.

But this woman wasn’t the type to let a bad kitchen get her down forever. She started to fix the things in the dining room nearby, to make a light space to be in. She covered the rough stone with bright plaster, painted her treasured old door a pretty blue, and found some great chairs to sit in that were comfortable even for long nights of dining and chatting with friends.

And it was better.
One day, she found a lamp. A beautiful old lamp from times of yore. It was hanging in the corner of a junk shop, dusty and unloved for it had fallen out of fashion. But the woman saw the handpainted flowers and thought it was beautiful. So she brought it home with her, and hung it over her dining room table.

At night, when the lamp was on, the flowers would glow with a soft, warm light and reminded her of her favorite flowers, cabbage roses in all shades of pink and butter and apricot.

And it made her very, very happy.
Shored up from this little bit of happiness, glowing from the middle of her cottage, the woman decided (with the help of a great many friends), to tackle her pantry, also near the kitchen. She thought, maybe should could make it looks something like this:
Source: oneperfectroom.com via Angela @ Cottage Magpie on Pinterest
The woman and her husband, inspired by the pretty pantry, began to have ideas, great ideas. They realized that they could divide the overly-large-and-not-very-comfortable family room in twain, making room for a laundry and mudroom. The pantry would then be free to store all of their food for the winter. The woman and her husband also decided to move the fridge into the pantry, making the kitchen much more roomy and keeping all the food in one place.
The woman was giddy with delight at these plans, but she was worried about a fridge making her soon-to-be-adorable pantry look, well, just not very adorable. But then she saw this:
Source: southernliving.com via Angela @ Cottage Magpie on Pinterest
(Because even luddites who live in cottages and read way too much fantasy fiction still go on the Internet. Doesn’t everyone?)
More importantly, she saw the fridge in the picture. Do you see it? It’s that wooden thing in the back corner that looks like an icebox.
Brilliant.
So the woman decided that she was going to figure out how her fridge would look like this too. But then she remembered.

Her fridge was the wrong shape. It’s doors were rounded and would be impossible to apply wood to. Or at least, very very hard, and the woman was no carpenter.
If only, she thought. If only she could somehow find a free fridge that was just a plain, simple fridge. Just a plain door and a plain freezer on top (or bottom) that she could turn into an icebox, that was free but was also relatively new and an Energy Star model.
(Because even luddites who live in cottages and read way way too much fantasy fiction like to be kind to the environment.)
And then, something miraculous happened.
The woman was on Facebook, on a group of parents from her local community, and someone was giving away a fridge. Exactly the kind of fridge that she needed. The woman told her story and said she would happily give up her giant hulk of a stainless steel fridge in order to have a small, simple, plain, ordinary fridge that she could turn into an icebox. And the community agreed!
The next day, a kind young woodsman, and his wee wife (who must have been from the faerie folk) came to the woman’s house with a new fridge. The woman had no wagon, so they brought it for her. They brought it to her house. Then, they brought it inside, AND packed up her old fridge, carried it out to their wagon, loaded it in and took it away. And smiled the whole time, and said they were grateful.
As was the woman, too! She was grateful and happy beyond measure, and she gave them four kinds of daylilies and a chunk of a plant of mint because they were new to their cottage and had nothing growing around it.
But in the midst of all this joy, there was one sorrow.

When the kind strong woodsman was backing out of the kitchen with her old stainless steel fridge, she could see that her precious lamp was in the way. So she reached up, folly of follies, and tilted it up and to the side.
But oh, dear reader, the hand-painted glass shade was not attached. Even as the woman reached to try and catch it from falling out of the lamp, it came crashing to the floor, crashing into a million pieces, and the woman watched it breaking like her heart.
She wanted so very much to cry, but she knew her tears would be ungrateful for the incredible feat of the woodsman and his wee wife (who must have been from the faerie folk), so she choked back her tears and smiled instead.
The woman loved her new, free, perfect for the project fridge. But she knew that she would always miss the lamp that, when it glowed, reminded her so much of pink and butter and apricot roses.

Unfortunately, there is no photo of this new, plain, humble, ordinary fridge that the woman loves so much, because she spent so much time unpacking and repacking fridges (and reading way way way too much fantasy fiction), that she didn’t do her dishes.
But trust me, dear reader, it’s perfect.
The end.















Angela,
So sorry about your lamp, but those roses make my heart sing. I planted similar D.A. roses at my house but alas they never thrived. One or two blossoms on very weak stems and now we have moved to a condo/duplex over 55 community where I can plant a few things amongst the standard landscaping, but I am afraid to try the roses again because I fear they won’t blend where I need them to go. Happy about your fridge though. I have a big white box in my garage waiting for my son to pick up for his “new” kitchen. If he doesn’t get it pretty darn soon I will freecycle it and hope it goes to a home as good as yours.
Janet
Angela,
In all my blog surfing, that is one of the most delightful stories I have ever read. I was smiling the whole time! We bought a new fridge a year ago–a smaller, plain-Jane white one, and it’s just right.
Linden Townhouse
Your transformation is so pretty! I am sorry about your beautiful lamp, I do understand because many things have fallen over and have broken into a million pieces while my sweetie was helping. I cried, but it didn’t bring it back so good for you for holding back! Enjoy your new fridge! Have fun reading!
Ah, alas, the fable is not over. In the end it will all work out well. The new ice box will be the perfect ending to the story and, perhaps, a knight on a white horse will arrive with a new shade for the lovely lamp! The knight – or the white horse – may be at a thrifting adventure nearby!
~Adrienne~
Tis a sad, sad tale indeed – well, rather the shade part is. Everything else is a wonderful tale of great manifestation, so just keep that shade in your heart and it might manifest soon. Or maybe one that’s even better – and free!
I’m so sorry about your cute little lamp, I have a bigger one similar to it that was my Mom’s-it’s yours if you would like it! Let me know and I’ll send you a photo. I also know how you feel about your kitchen, it will be a few years before we can do anything to ours and it needs help! I’ll look forward to the fridge photos!
Claudia at Homestead Vintage
Dear Angela,
Loved your tale of woe but so sorry about the loss of your treasure. I think in these types of stories there is always a happy ending. Keep you eyes open and your fairy godmother will surely come through. You just never know….
I so enjoy your decorating photos and accompanying captions/stories. But nothing ever touched me in the way your beautiful fable has. It doesn’t have an unhappy ending, because this is not the end. I’m sure you will have a replacement light for your dining room before too long. I bet many a reader, myself included, will be looking out for the perfect lamp for you. I’m looking forward to more of your writing. Your prose is wonderful.
Hey there
! I just had to leave a comment here, after reading your fairy tale. It really made me laugh. I´ve stumbled across your blog a while ago and have been checking in every once in a while, to see your beautiful pictures and get inspired. Good luck on your latest fridge adventure project and greetings all the way from Germany
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Love those peonies! and i loved your story. I’m sure you will find what you are looking for soon…
OMG – I leave and the first thing you do is replace the fridge I’ve grown to love and consider my own?
I’m grieving even as I’m celebrating your own achievement.
Hi Angela,
What a wonderful, touching fairy tale. So happy you ended up with your “perfect fridge,” but so sad your beautiful, treasured lampshade broke in the process. I am often out antiquing and perusing garage sales, and I will keep my eyes open for another for you. Your pictures are as always beautiful and inspiring! I can hardly wait to see the transformation of your new fridge. Thank you as always for sharing!