We went to IKEA yesterday, before we saw the vet. The boy had gone with his grandma once before but it was my first time. I went in determined to window shop and not buy a thing.
Ha ha ha. Foolish mortal. None can withstand the IKEA, none!
I started out great. All that furniture, and I could just look and admire and daydream. Fabulous pillows, you do not tempt me. Inexpensive sleeper beds in just the right color, get thee behind me! Gorgeous wardrobe that would fit beautifully in our closet and is a perfect Asian-influence style that I know Rory would love--whatever. We don't need it right now. Our house has all that we need in it. So there!
And then, after lunch, we hit the downstairs. I'm sure it always starts with a little thing. There's a hamper for the boy, so cheap, cheaper than what I can get with my employee discount, and since he's getting the big furniture from grandma, maybe I can pitch in with this small, inexpensive item. Done and done.
But then there was a lamp, a perfect present for someone who really needed it. And the mixing/salad bowls with covers, so cheap (under $2 for a set of three!) and yet so high quality, and on and on. Everything was so much less expensive than I could get it for anywhere else.
Finally we got the furniture and headed for check out. But first, a peek at the As Is. I couldn't even get out of there without taking a stool for the boy with me. And at checkout, I dash to get our favorite ginger cookies and some coffee for Rory.
I guess it could have been worse. Note to self--work on developing immunity to IKEA.
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Yeah--it's all so very tempting, and inexpensive! Mark and I are planning a trip sometime in the next few weeks; we want to check out bookcases (of course).
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