I mentioned that I’ve been to IKEA three times over the past few months in the hunt for the sofa. The photo below is documentation of why it’s a good thing that we don’t have an IKEA closer than 2 1/2 hours from our house.
We have to turn the Prius into a pickup truck during the first trip. And, it makes the cash flow decline. (In all fairness, some of this was from my friend Sarah, who joined me on the second IKEA journey.)
Oh yeah… and here’s me when mom was picking me up at the loading dock during the third trip. With… lots of stuff.
But, on the up-side, our home is a bit more organized. (Don’t you love these green containers?)
I especially love that I have two boxes for magazines I haven’t read yet. They look so much neater.
IKEA is a dangerous, yet beautiful place.
Would you agree?