So...IKEA. We went, we saw, we conquered. If you enjoy the concept of "personal space", I highly recommend that you do NOT shop the Atlanta IKEA the Sunday before school starts. Just a little tip, there. Having never been to an IKEA before, it took me a bit to adjust to the shopping style there. I probably annoyed some folks at first, before I caught on to the follow-the-gray-concrete-road concept and blended into the wall of humans pressing through the showroom. Interesting idea, painting arrows on a walkway and herding shoppers through in a single direction. Not the way I like to shop, but given how crowded the store was, I guess it's a survival technique.
Did I love IKEA? Yes and no. I had some drooly moments in the kids' section, particularly over these things:
The Mammut collection is just so fun and Dr. Seuss-y that I found it hard to resist. I did resist, though, even though I thought everything was pretty reasonably priced. I just figured Tank would outgrow the toddler-sized bed in about 8.2 seconds, so I oohed and ahhed and walked away.
College Girl Niece found a double bed she luuurved, so we somehow strapped that on and in the Jeep, along with all four of us and made our way home. Me? I bought a vase. Hey, I was walking out of there with SOMETHING, dammit!
Will I go back to IKEA? I am sure I will. While uber-streamlined, blonde wood DIY furniture isn't my style, I did really like some of their stuff and again, you can't beat the price. As long as you buy it with an eye towards needing to replace it after a few years, I think IKEA purchases are great.
So, what else?
Well, the Tankster's birthday approaches. I've been asking him what kind of party he wanted this year and I get a different response almost every time. Egads--do they have a special training for kids on this?! We've been through dinosaur party, Thomas the Tank Engine party, Cars party, baseball party, sea turtle party....and on and on and on. Since he's said baseball the past several times and gone back to it after forays into other ideas, we're doing a baseball party. Last night, I ordered cute mock baseball card party invitations. Which virtually ensures he'll change his mind between now and his party and be all, "What's with the baseball shizzle?!" Consistency, thy name is NOT toddler!
Oh, and there's another project soon to get underway at the Taj. Shawn found a great deal on a fridge--we've been using Nice Neighbor's dorm fridge for a year now and we were just SO OVER THAT. So, Shawn went to a new and used appliance place and found a fridge that had been in a model home. We got it for a used price (1/3 the retail), but got a new warranty on it. So...yay! But wait...if you've read this blog before, you know better than to start celebrating just yet.
Turns out the new fridge fits juuuuust barely into its assigned spot. So tight, in fact, that you can't open the left door. Our options were to take it back and get a smaller one or to widen the offending doorway between the kitchen and dining room. Since the kitchen is a notoriously dark room and that doorway was smaller than standard anyway, we opted to open the doorway 24 more inches. We COULD have done it ourselves, but I advocated against that. I know...can you believe it?! I was afraid we'd wreck the old plaster walls and make a huge mess of it. Plus, the trim on the dining room side has to be custom-made o match the other windows and doors (kitchen has different, more modern trim). So, we made a call to the Sainted Singing Plumber/Contractor and he's going to handle it for us. He's also going to get rid of the cheap, ugly wood paneling that is behind the fridge and up the stairway to the bonus room. Hello, Drywall! Where you been all my life?!
The good news is that the refrigerator and dishwasher work great and life at the Taj is about to get a LOT more convenient!