We have a love/hate relationship with Ikea. We love it for its fun and affordable, if ubiquitous, furnishings and do-it-yourself philosophy. The possibilities are endless, but therein lies the problem. This is no place for the indecisive, which means Konrad and I are doomed every time we step foot in the place. Inevitably, we are always there til the bitter end, weighing options in the aisles amid the screaming children, until tired sales associates chase us out. We are those people. Thank goodness there are cinnamon buns waiting at the store bakery to sweeten the madness.
Lately, we've been spending a lot of time here. Our wedding is just a few weeks away and the fact that family will be staying with us has provided the much needed motivation to finally fix up the spare bedroom/study, which has served as a wasteland for empty boxes and orphaned items since we moved in. High time too, seeing as the promise of this extra room is what prompted us to move to the 'burbs in the first place. After three Ikea trips in the past month, two rounds of merchandise returns and one U-Haul rental, we've come away with a comfy futon, the big black mirror that we've been eying for years, a dissertation-writing worthy desk for me (which my crafty fiancee salvaged and revived from the depths of the "as-is" discount section), and lots of yummy cinnamon rolls, of course.
Konrad spent the better part of Sunday afternoon putting everything together (one of the many reasons I'm marrying him!) while I worked on the seating chart. The room is slowly starting to feel like a place where you might actually want to spend some time - at least our cat, Kitty (Lady Katherine de Bourgh), thinks so!
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