The IKEA Experience

It's been years since I've been to an IKEA, and with good reason.  As my Mom, who bravely accompanied me on this (mis) adventure, observed: they make you pay for the products one way or another.  The dollar cost may be absurdly low, but the pain and suffering cost is high.  It takes a couple of years for the painful memories to fade away.

All in all, the trip was successful.  I got the wardrobes I needed. Delivery is scheduled for next weekend - after which I'll be hitting up my friends to help with assembly (advance apology and promise of beers and good cheer for volunteers).  Did some good reconnaissance on a few other items that I may want to get if I can muster up strength to head back to IKEA.  

In other news, this weekend I got some furniture - so now if friends pop in to see the loft or lend a hand, I can offer them a seat!  Thanks to Ginny, Bob and Ian who all donated valuable sitting testing time to the sofa selection process.

I also hired a painter, settled on colors and bought paint.  I'm excited to see the colors on the walls, but I will miss my patchwork quilt of sample swatches.