IKEA
We went to IKEA on Saturday. It is a dangerous place.
The closest IKEA to us is behind two different tube lines and obviously one of them was closed due to maintenance work on the day and we ended up taking two different replacement services before getting to the yellow IKEA shuttle.
Being all organised and prudent, we had made a shopping list. And taken measurements. Kitchen trolley. Bathroom trolley. Spatula. Madres cover. Bin. Another bin. Towel rack. Nothing unnecessary. Nothing expensive. Nothing too heavy.
When dragging three full blue bags and a 20kg brown box to the yellow shuttle cursed the Swedish invention. Red glass things for candles. Candles. (yet I have noticed that there are no matches in our flat and hence the candles are useless) Drying rack for clothes. Some nice linen. Two bins. And a kitchen trolley.
No bathroom trolley. (hence all my toiletries are still all over the floor in my room) and definitely no bookshelves.
By the time we got home we were soaking wet, bruised and exhausted. But this was not enough to tame down our excitement.
And the homebuilding mood carried on till Sunday. I woke up early, having gone to bed at a decent time after a rather late night (or early morning) the previous night and could not wait to attack my old kitchen step thing with red paint and a new brush I had bought the day before but had not yet had a chance to use.
There was no room in our flat for painting so I spread one empty cardboard box out on to the landing, in front of our door in the hallway. And started spreading the off-red layer on to the cleaned wood.
In my pyjamas.
But luckily nobody else in the building was up at that time.
For the moment we are not planning another trip to IKEA. But my steps need a third coat of paint and then it will be ready to be the spot of colour in the flat.
But we are still missing that bathroom trolley.
And I bought another two bottles of shampoo.
Evil IKEA.
The closest IKEA to us is behind two different tube lines and obviously one of them was closed due to maintenance work on the day and we ended up taking two different replacement services before getting to the yellow IKEA shuttle.
Being all organised and prudent, we had made a shopping list. And taken measurements. Kitchen trolley. Bathroom trolley. Spatula. Madres cover. Bin. Another bin. Towel rack. Nothing unnecessary. Nothing expensive. Nothing too heavy.
When dragging three full blue bags and a 20kg brown box to the yellow shuttle cursed the Swedish invention. Red glass things for candles. Candles. (yet I have noticed that there are no matches in our flat and hence the candles are useless) Drying rack for clothes. Some nice linen. Two bins. And a kitchen trolley.
No bathroom trolley. (hence all my toiletries are still all over the floor in my room) and definitely no bookshelves.
By the time we got home we were soaking wet, bruised and exhausted. But this was not enough to tame down our excitement.
And the homebuilding mood carried on till Sunday. I woke up early, having gone to bed at a decent time after a rather late night (or early morning) the previous night and could not wait to attack my old kitchen step thing with red paint and a new brush I had bought the day before but had not yet had a chance to use.
There was no room in our flat for painting so I spread one empty cardboard box out on to the landing, in front of our door in the hallway. And started spreading the off-red layer on to the cleaned wood.
In my pyjamas.
But luckily nobody else in the building was up at that time.
For the moment we are not planning another trip to IKEA. But my steps need a third coat of paint and then it will be ready to be the spot of colour in the flat.
But we are still missing that bathroom trolley.
And I bought another two bottles of shampoo.
Evil IKEA.
posted by riikka @ 2:55 PM
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