The Mother Ship called me home and I have lived to tell the tale.
As I mentioned yesterday, I daytripped to IKEA! with the ever fabulous Melissa. It was an arduous journey, but we survived and brought home Swedish goods as souvenirs.
The closest IKEA! is more than two hours from my house, so much pre-invasion planning was involved:
Yes, I created a shopping list before I left. Believe me, this was Serious Business. If I forgot something, I was not about to make the 4+ hour round trip journey again any time soon. So I planned carefully. I also ate a good breakfast and wore comfortable shoes. Invasions can be utterly screwed up by a lack of foresight, you know.
I even packed my camera. And then promptly forgot all about until we had made much progress through the store. Luckily, I remembered in time to capture an image of my favorite IKEA! kitchen:
I know, I know, it's bold and loud. But there's something about this that's just so damn compelling that I feel lust in my heart every time I see it.
I tried to get Melissa to do a cooking demo so that I could photograph her, but she refused, so instead here she is talking about the bacon she could fry up in this pan:
We spent more time in the kitchen department, where I picked out some of these wall cabinets:
Por quoi? It's part of the latest home reno project here in Jenworld, which will get an entry of its own -- hopefully this week, which would mean that Pete and I actually got off our duffs and did some actual work.
After going through the show rooms upstairs, we went downstairs, grabbed a shopping cart and started filling it:
Yes, that's just ONE of the carts we filled. I kid you not.
Here we are checking out curtains:
SO. MANY. CHOICES. So much cheap fabric that we'll never buy because it would fall apart the first time one of our children so much as sneezed near it.
And look, here are the curtains from the "High Bordello" school of style:
In the children's section, we found this bin full of stuffed animals that the kidlets can store their pajamas in:
I don't know how they think over there in Sweden, but here in the U.S. of A., we don't generally consider cockroaches to be appropriate bedtime imagery for our innocent babes.
Is anyone else as amused by the name of this corkscrew as we were:
We added more and more stuff to the cart:
Calls were made to our husbands:
At one point, Melissa was describing five different kinds of Roman blinds to her husband. Stop and think about it for a moment. Is any one of us partnered with a man who actually cares about that sort of stuff? I told Melissa that Rich didn't give a shit and to please stop bothering the man. He agreed.
We eventually made it through the labyrinth and then it was time to stand in line. And stand. And stand. And stand.
Melissa got through w-a-y before me and was kind enough to go into the Swedish foods shop, buy some chocolate, and come give me sustenance before I started chewing on the reduced-price Christmas gift wrap display by the registers.
We made our first trip with two shopping carts out to the Jenmobile and unloaded. Then we went back inside to pick up my cabinets.
We made a quick pit stop here to pick up supplies for the road and then we headed back south and west toward our homes and our families.
Tomorrow, I get to start assembling stuff.
* Bonus point and lots o' respect to the first person who can identify that quotation.