Ikea, how I adore thee
Uncategorized May 21st, 2007On the Saturday before Mother’s Day, Joseph and I borrowed a cargo van from his place of employment and drove up to Atlanta to get some things from Ikea. And when I say “some things,” I mean nearly a house full of furniture.
I spent two years planning and saving for this trip. During those two years of pouring over the catalogs, I frequently consulted my dearest husband about the furniture choices and why and what to expect when shopping at an Ikea and reiterated to him many times that we would have to put together most of the furniture ourselves. On the drive there, he acted like he’d never listed to any of these “conversations.” It was a trial.
Or so I thought. The real trial was when we got home and he decided to immediately begin putting together furniture. Let’s just say, I didn’t know Swedes could be called so many derogatory things. We are now 10 days into furniture building everything has been built. Except for the shelves that go above the TV bench. Those will go up once we’ve finished painting our bedroom.
The painting part should be fun. (Please note that is said with sarcasm). Joseph will be taking the 12th through the 15th off from work in order to paint the interior walls through out the house.
A dear friend once told me, “The couple that can build a home full of Ikea furniture together will be a couple who stays together.” We’ve made it through that bit but the real trial, I’m sure, will be when the OCD couple paints a house together. But it will be worth it in the end.








May 22nd, 2007 at 6:08 am
Don’t you love the way that every single article of furniture seems to have its own unique fittings and fasteners? Like there’s an Institute of evil Swedes doing NOTHING but inventing stuff to attach Ikea furniture together, ensuring that NO tool you ever own will work except for the specific GnÖrl key that fits your Flêktrùp coffee table?
May 22nd, 2007 at 7:16 am
Those GnÖrl keys are the absolute worst. And each piece of furniture comes with it’s own unique one. But what really disturbs me are the assembly instruction pamphlets for everything. The pictograph instructions with the androgynous, round people with silly grins unnerves me more than a little.
May 22nd, 2007 at 7:50 am
Oh, those are actual photos of Swedes. That’s what decades of socialism will do to you. You see it all the time up here, too.
May 22nd, 2007 at 8:14 am
I have a suspicion that the Swedes who are not chosen to be among the elite Vatican Guard are all involved in the Ikea industry with one collective mind.
May 23rd, 2007 at 1:09 am
Very cool on getting new furniture! I LOVE Ikea! We are suppose to be getting on in Denver (4 hours from us - but we go there often so that is not too bad).
LOL your description of putting things together. So cute!
June 2nd, 2007 at 7:10 pm
I love Ikea, too. Their store in Minneapolis is the ONLY reason I tolerate the annual trip to stay at the in-laws cramped cabin where we wind up sleeping in the same room as my 4 teenage nieces. Knowing that I’m going to go stroll through Ikea before heading home (and knowing that the cost of that trip is going to be in direct proportion to the misery of the stay at the in-laws) is the only thing that gets me through those sleepless nights on the twin trundle beds.
Meanwhile, VH has just spent the past 6 days painting the interior walls in our house. There is not one single room in our home that doesn’t resemble the aftermath of a tornado… albeit with very pretty walls.
It’s not like we’re building furniture, though: we merely have to spend the next two days returning furniture to the rooms from whence it came.
But the walls are looooooovely!
June 3rd, 2007 at 4:07 pm
We finally finished putting together all of the furniture. Albeit, the Ikea company and every Swede in existence were called so many cruel and unique names that it took lots and lots of Sangria to keep the feelings of wanting to pull a switch and see my husband bound and gagged pressed deep within the recesses of my mind.
Today was halfway productive. The kitchen now has one Coca-Cola red wall and one chalkboard black wall and my body is now reminding me that Fibromyalgia is going to insist on punishing anything that resembles productivity. Time to check the Sangria supply!