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Moving in comes with certain inevitabilities… the stocking up the fridge, the finding out how to use the shower without burning/freezing yourself, the big big clean, but most important of all it comes with all that time you spend working out what to do with all the new space. I’ve never had more than a room to decide on and so having a whole flat to work on this time is at once unbelievably exciting and slightly intimidating.
Naturally the first place to stop off at is IKEA for all those on slightly tight budgets and a trip there a while ago left me with plenty to put in and a feeling of happiness welling up from inside coming from the knowledge that whatever junk I bought I’d be able to put it in somewhere into a huge and highly rational storage wall.
But, now that you’ve bought a whole load of drawers and things, what should you do with them? What goes with them? What’s the best thing to buy to turn this into the most amazing sock organising thing the world has ever seen? Well, apparently there’s quite a respectably sized IKEA community online called IKEAFANS who will literally salivate when you mention the merits of an Udden kitchen and will jump on you with lengthy epic poems they’ve composed to honour their wardrobe arrangements given half a chance. I think (actually I doubt, but I very sincerely hope) that they’re something like the IKEA versions of trainspotters and live in their mother’s stunningly remodelled basements poring over old catalogues and memorising the serial numbers of all the new ranges.
The far more interesting side of the community seems to be located at my new favouritest blog: ikea hacker! I wish I’d found this site when I was re-doing my bedroom years ago and turned some bookshelves and a cd rack into a bed and a bunch of what look like fitted shelf/bench things. I don’t think there’s quite enough IKEAness in the flat to qualify it for ikea hackness and since I think it’s going to turn itself into some sort of Victorian/Industrial mess I’m not quite sure if it would meet the approval of the clean lines and bold beautiful colours that the online IKEA world seems to love so much.
It’s fun to go over to splatgirl’s blog and do some dreaming all the same.
So I’m all moved in (if by “all moved in” you mean “my stuff is all in there and made into huge mountains of cardboard boxes covering every available surface”…. and I do) in my stylish new sexy pad. Unfortunately it has no internet at the moment and it’s rendered me almost entirely useless at everything.
All I’m doing right now is trying to unpack, but mostly staring out the window at the amazing view and then running out of time on my internet in cafes before even thinking about writing a blog post.
and there it goes…..
The lovely giant purple sofa (light of my life, may it always live on in my memory) was just way too big to fit into the flat when we were moving today and I think there’s nothing left to do but cannibalise the cushions for the flat and chuck the remainder away.
I made a couple measurements before we left and it all seemed like it would be fine… but I really hadn’t counted on it just being too big to fit through the doors. I gave a good check to see how long it was, it all seemed fine. I gave it a good check to see how wide it was, it all seemed fine. The height was the smallest out of the three and so I just sort of assumed that it would be small enough so that it would fit through a door and that was where it all went wrong.
I’m not really sure what kind of house it was made for but, no matter which way we turned it, it just wouldn’t fit through the front door of the whole apartment building, let alone any of the internal doors, it was just too ridiculously oversized.
*sigh*
On the plus side, the cushions will make a much more sensibly sized thing to sit on, yay!
This has got to be the world’s most boring blog post ever. It’s just like all those horrible blog-critics say, this stuff is like filling up the internet with a vast repository of garbage and junk about the most mind numbingly humdrum stuff ever written.
Today I had sandwiches for lunch. Also I brushed my teeth. Twice.
Earth shattering, isn’t it?
