I have some more work to do on drawers (which is much easier since I bought an electric screwdriver yesterday), and the table arrives Tuesday. It looks very nice with the spotlights on, but we couldn't get a good photo in the low light.
Is "Stockholm Syndrome" when you can't help thinking you have to go back to Ikea to get some more stuff?
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No, it's when you describe their meatballs as "tasty".
I had the hot dog. I described it as "cheap" - it was $A1! But that hot dog was worth nearly $A2!
It's a shame Ikea doesn't have shares... Is that a robe you are wearing?
Yep, I don't normally post photos of myself in my bedroom clothes, but the assembly process went long into the night. I went back to Ikea yesterday and bought even more stuff for the rest of the house, so I'll be working at it for a couple of days yet.
Now that looks fantastic - the shelving I mean, not the robe (nothing wrong with the robe, I'm just not that way inclined). I'll never understand why Mrs S won't allow me to do the same in one of our rooms (although the concept of forcing our youngest Son out of his room might have some bearing on this).
When we were looking for a house we were explicitly looking for one that had a study AND a games room. Also I wanted a low-set house - most houses around here are two stories, and in those the games room would most likely be downstairs and be a renovated garage, or attached to the laundry. In the end we got really lucky finding a place that suited our requirements almost perfectly. There's basically no storage room for old furniture (what a shame) and no oven (so no home-made pizzas) :-(. But I'm sure when you buy Mrs S a house that has everything she wants, she will allow you to have a games room.
Wow, nice shelves. That's a great idea and it looked so simple. We now only have one shelf unit with two doors at the bottom. Most of the other games are at the top of closet shelves. Once the boys get bigger, we won't have to keep them up so high and locked up.
--Robin
I haven't anchored the shelves to the wall, so I live in fear of a dog or a drunk or a three year old knocking them down.
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