There are BAD four-letter words.
$%@&!
*#$&!
+&@%!
And then there are GOOD four-letter words.
Live
Love
And then there's...
It doesn’t take much to make me happy. That beautiful Blue and Yellow four-letter
word will do it almost immediately.
I love IKEA. I think I could LIVE at IKEA. And the love
affair has been going on for some time.
I’d never heard of this amazing place in 2003, when my best friend Vicki
suggested we stop at the IKEA in Emeryville on our way to The City. (If you
grew up in the Central Valley of California, San Francisco was “The City.”) I’m
always up for shopping, but nothing I’d experienced before prepared me for the
sheer awesomeness of IKEA. I think I walked all the way through the showroom
with my mouth open. (Thank goodness there were no flies.)
Because I was just visiting there (as opposed to living
there) and had an 800 mile trip home and space in the car was at a premium,
the only purchases I made were several wall shelves. But since Utah got their
very own IKEA, I have worked very hard at not limiting myself. (I'm happy to report the hard work has really paid off!)
When I moved last year I left a craftroom that had shelves
and cupboards and drawers.
I went to a new place where the room I planned to dedicate to
crafting (as you can see, formerly a bedroom) had NOTHING…except walls and a floor and two
closets. (Also UGLY drapes...but those went first.)
Needless to say, I’ve been VERY grateful for IKEA.
I have been fretting over how to store my ribbon (I am the
Ribbon Queen of Orem, Utah). But finally I thought to try an IKEA spice rack
and it’s going to be fabulous. The 3 ¼ inch spools fit perfectly and there’s
that rail thingee that the ribbon end can run under.
Just thinking about painting all those spice racks white and hanging them on the wall (above my IKEA craft tables...and Expedit cube...and Trofast storage units) makes me all warm and squooshy inside.
See? Such happiness from so little…just IKEA. I love you
IKEA. If there’s no IKEA in Heaven, I’m not going.
