I've spent this morning putting together an Ikea chair, a couple of floor lamps and a television cabinet. Cor blimey, I'm rooted. Who would have thought lining up a few holes and whacking in a few screws would be so labour-intensive? Curse you Ikea, for your only vaguely helpful instruction booklets and miniature allen keys.
It's not just the furniture either. Yesterday I went into Ikea chirpy and ready to shop, and I left tired and worn. It's so big. So many things. So many garish colours. So many easy-to-assemble bookcases. So many lightbulbs. I went planning to buy a couch, and left wishing I'd bought some delightfully textured throw cushions. The whole store seems designed to get blood pumping into the consumerist part of your brain (that part of your brain is right next to the part that loves James Spader).
It's not just the furniture either. Yesterday I went into Ikea chirpy and ready to shop, and I left tired and worn. It's so big. So many things. So many garish colours. So many easy-to-assemble bookcases. So many lightbulbs. I went planning to buy a couch, and left wishing I'd bought some delightfully textured throw cushions. The whole store seems designed to get blood pumping into the consumerist part of your brain (that part of your brain is right next to the part that loves James Spader).
On the cards this week: Death Cab For Cutie, drinks with Cara, more furniture adventures.
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I adore Ikea. My best friend and I used to hang out in Officeworks on the Gold Coast during our leave afternoons after high school (we were both boarders, but still... I'm pretty sure we would have hung out there anyway). It was just so fun. I don't know why we were so attracted to the chairs and desks and computer desks and chairs and desks and, well, more desks, but we just were. And Ikea is like a more lush environment for the Officeworks' lover... dense tropical climes surrounded by white and black and bold colours and mirrors and spartan surrounds... Ah yes, I can spend days. It is seriously as tiring as going to Dreamworld, however. Actually, it's a lot like Dreamworld. Without the rides. And the whole tiger thing. And the alcohol. So actually not really anything like Dreamworld at all.
There were kids at the chinese restaurant with karaoke last night. They kept singing the same two songs over and over again; I yelled.
Milkwood; 9130 4100. Call and quiz them on prices and stuff. They'll obviously try and upsell everything but if you have the time and bother go check it out.