Think back twenty or thirty years and imagine your grandmother’s refrigerator. It has a little crocheted yarn shape of some sort attached to it with a magnet, doesn’t it? Fridgies are a bit of an art that time has forgotten (and maybe that’s for the best), but I revived it for this little project as one of the details to finish of my camper’s interior. My camper doesn’t have an actual fridge, but I’ve attached this one to the galvanized metal backsplash I glued up over the propane range. Very appropriately campy, I think.
All four sides of the camper are now painted and it’s mostly ready to go. I hooked up the water as a test, and it works. The propane range does not work but I’m hoping it’s just because the tank is empty. I’ve been stashing bedding and kitchen essentials in it (a camper quilt is forthcoming but not done), and today I completed the very important task of putting together a camper art bag, with supplies for sketching or painting scenes, rubbing bark, collecting leaves, and gluing googly eyes and fake hair to acorns. I foresee many hours of mother/daughter fun at picnic tables, stringing nature finds on fishing wire and creating little woodland whimsies with the help of glitter pom-poms! I also found an old notebook, filled it with lined paper, and tucked a pen inside. I hope to keep a camper journal with as much or little as we care to log, as a record of our travels.