We just returned victorious from a trip to IKEA.
It’s two Saturdays before Christmas, so I thought N. was nuts for wanting to go there, but what the heck. We got in the car, and drove through crazy traffic, and walked bravely into the maw of IKEA, holding hands and being silly at one another.
We had a grand time. We sat in chairs, we commented on Things Ugly, we admired Things Pretty, we considered and compared and planned for this house and dreamed of a future home of our own.
In short, we did all the fun, good things that IKEA is perfect for.
In the end, we came out with two matching desks for our home office (his and hers, awwwwwww…).
We’re inordinately pleased with ourselves, as we have been dithering for years over buying desks. Currently, we both work at the dining table, which means that we don’t get to use the dining table for actual dining.
(We sit in front of the TV with trays. Blergh.)
We do clear the table for special occasions, but still. We used to have a second table for eating at, and we would decorate it according to the season, and light a candle at each meal, so that our own “family dinner time” was special. Having desks for work things means we get our dining table back, and I think we’re looking forward to having even ordinary meals be candlelit and celebratory again.
At the advice of a friend who is a professional organizer, we didn’t buy any furniture for the studio just yet. We looked, though, and realized once we saw the Expedit shelves in person, that there was No Way those heavy big pieces would fit up our narrow 120-year-old staircase. Good to know. Useful information. One Must Always Consider The Stairs.
We even made it to Michael’s for the wonderful sale on frames; I got a nice frame for the photo that Naomi sent me, and a few frames for Various Items I may or may not have purchased as gifts for Sir Nicholas. (Ahem.)
Today’s Random Good
(Interesting how much you folks like this little series of Random Goods I am doing…I like it too!)
My mother’s grandfather, my great-grandfather, was a painter; Mom has several paintings of his throughout her home. My favourite works of his, however, are not his paintings, but the letters he wrote to my mother during World War II, when my mother was about five years old. He used coloured pencils, and illustrated the text with simple drawings. Mom has several of these framed in the upstairs bedroom.
I can only hope that the things I create will be equally cherished some day.