8/14/12

The one where we leave Ikea with almost nothing.


When Bill and I moved into our new apartment about a month ago, we rushed every night for a week to get the place presentable enough to have people over for his birthday the following weekend. We got all of the big pieces set up, put the clothes away, went to Target to get all of the supplies you forget about until you are without them -- you know, like soap and toothpaste.

But then we stalled. We burnt out after that week so we left the walls bare, frames stacked against the walls. We have never walked into our walk-in closet, given the large bags of blankets and extra bedding we have yet to sort through.

After searching Craig's List and Etsy for the perfectly unique area rug and coffee table, we agreed we just needed something on the floor of our living room, at least for now. So we went to Ikea.

I used to think there would come a time in my life when I wouldn't have nearly, if not all, Ikea furniture. I'm not so sure about that anymore.

Anyway...we went to Ikea.

We spent nearly two hours carefully selecting items from the world's living room that we might want in ours. On our way to picking up our new coffee table and carpet in the warehouse, we picked up shelves, silverware, coasters, baskets, soap dishes, a wine rack, baking dishes, a corkscrew and the rest of a cart full of other items I can't remember.

I can't remember because we didn't buy any of them. About three minutes before the store closed we were still trying to select a carpet they had in stock, when we realized we had lost sight of our cart. We went back a few rooms, forward a few rooms, asked a few employees. The only explanation we were offered was that since it was closing time, an employee had probably taken it to put everything back.

We grabbed a carpet and the coffee table from the warehouse, the two things we had actually come for, and walked to the register, looking at the contents of every cart we passed along the way.

It was a little bit funnier today. It will be funnier when I am thinking about it while putting my laundry in my new hamper after eating dinner with an adult sized fork.

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