After Finley's 2 buddies left for the day I walked into the kitchen (23 pound girl on my hip as usual) to finish dinner. I looked at my fridge and smiled. The painted and glued and half crumpled hearts made the stress and feeling of incompetence dissipate. It's true, art is therapeutic and not just for the artist but it's therapeutic to those of us lucky enough to cover our fridge with these creations. (And it doesn't hurt to know there is a bottle of Pinot Grigio chilling inside that fridge just waiting for toddler bedtime to arrive.)
More craft ideas to cover your fridge and make your heart smile tomorrow.
Have a good night all.
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