Sunday, September 27, 2009
In 1995 I had a scarred-for-life Ikea experience. It involved the store in Wembley, London, an eighty pound budget for extremely basic new-to-the-country, new home essentials, a bleak, blizzardy, mid-winter Saturday, a (this time I’m just not exaggerating) mile long checkout queue and multiple forms of sardine-style public transport. Consequently, subsequent forays to the haven of all things Swedishly flat-packed have adhered to strict criteria:
1. Not in London. See above.
2. Not on the weekend. Too many people are not at work.
3. No anklebiters. Or at a stretch, one child of an age where snacks and restraining straps still work. Maximum.
4. Mental preparation for the inevitability of the ‘Temporarily Out of Stock’ sign posted on the warehouse shelf, when the only item that you actually went for just isn’t there. And possibly never was.
5. No $1 hotdogs. Or take a close-up look first.
The Mr, two year old and I ventured midweek into the nearest superstore in search of an item which we have long agreed we could no longer ‘live’ without. Alas, alack, the item was unavailable. The day was saved by the accumulation of further revelationary, must-have, (and really must start sewing), contributions to the fabric stash. Heavy weight, cut-it-yourself, prints of goodness.
And somewhat unpredictably, a moose.
More Sunday Stash to covet over here. And head on over to Kate’s speedy-like, because she’s really nice anyway and also hosting a stashy giveaway...
Note to self: Contemplate potential detrimental effect of large amount of time spent by kids’ with cardboard boxes/paper bags on heads.