The kitchen gallery where nobody is charged
To view the works of Tom – aged two,
A painting made with fingerprints and blobs
Of colours from those squirty pots
That every nursery stocks in spades
Underneath the grotty sinks where dirty palettes lie.
And then there are the cardboard sheets,
Certificates for learning words and shapes
And being kind to other students in their class.
Magnets pin them to the door, all from places
We have been to as a happy family;
Memories of the holidays to Spain and Greece
And many moons ago when clubs on sweet Ibiza called,
Popping pills and downing shots with force.
That metal door was plain one day,
Empty of the postcards from our friends,
And now it holds a world of love, so look
Next time you’re in a kitchen for a cup of tea,
For you might just be lucky and
Get to see a vital pary of me.
I have a bit of an obsession with fridge magnets and I always need to buy one when I go to a museum or a new city. When I bring them home, I lovingly stick them to my fridge and they become a little gallery that reflects a bit of my life.
I’m also super nosy so I love looking at people’s fridges whenever I go over to their houses. In my opinion, they are as fascinating as the bookshelves of these people. They are an insight into who they are and what they enjoy in life.
It’s like a free art gallery that you have the ability to curate yourself. So next time you are in a little gift shop, make sure that you spend a few pounds and buy a magnet or a couple of postcards. I’m sure your house guests will appreciate it.