I usually head to Ikea with a head full of amazing ideas and possibilities. Then I wander around for a few hours, become overwhelmed with all the choices, lose the tiny pencil they give you to take notes on where to find the items you want/need in the vast warehouse the size of Sweden, and come home with a black picture frame or a new ladle in some color that matches nothing in my house but would work well if I lived in a cool SoHo loft (which I do not). This time, however, I had a Plan. GirlWonder needed a new light fixture - something "funky" and "cool."
There is only one word for that: Ikea!
|Admiring the Meatballs. (She actually ordered a salad because she REFUSES TO FOLLOW RULES).|
|No Idea what these are but they appear to be very well stocked.|
|Oh, a Snake Back Scratcher (?) Of course! (?) You really can't ever have too many of those.|
|Yes. This appears Funky Enough.|
|This is how they fool you into thinking that if you just put all your clutter behind glass front cabinets it becomes Art. The Swedes are a sneaky people.|
|She had to have him. We call him Woody. Just like all the other people who have ever purchased this ever.|
|Still love that light.|
|Some (read: all) assembly required. You can tell by the placement of my feet that I am an integral part of this process.|
|Also makes a lovely headpiece.|