It started out so innocently on Valentine's weekend. When I finished painting the den, Hubby and I decided we needed a desk. The lap top needed a home and the kids needed a place for homework. It was a gorgeous weekend - cold and sunny. So we drove an hour to visit IKEA. I'd been before, but it so overwhelming at first that I could just stare; my mind unable to comprehend the various room configurations. So we found a desk - nothing fancy - just an area for books, the laptop and maybe a bit of space for homework. And it was good.
But then, I finished painting the living room. And Hubby in his frugal manner was about to pull out the ten year old couch pillows which totally clashed with my new paint job. I had to drive by the IKEA for an appointment, so I figured I'd stop and JUST SEE if they had any pillows. And how could I resist these
So the living room is painted we've rearranged the furniture and there is is this very empty lonely wall and lots of books throughout the house. Another meeting and another visit to you know where. But I was strong this time, I just looked, not one purchase ( well, except for some ligonberry "saft" and a chocolate bar to console myself . . . ). And then yesterday, another meeting and I knew I had guests coming tonight for dinner and these books were everywhere and
PH is still saying it's all good, but I think that he is damn glad I only have one more meeting over near IKEA.