Wednesday, 10 October 2012

there is a kitchen in my den.

No, really.


The big box in the centre, the one that says DOMSJÖ, that's the sink. Next to it, the open box, is full of hinges. The two piles next to that are, I think, drawer innards. Everything else is cabinets and doors and suchlike.

All in all, 112 pieces. They cheat a bit, though; every hinge is a "piece," so that open box is technically something like 30 pieces.

IKEA was (still is, I think) having a sale, and you know, I could never resist a sale. (Joke. Mostly.) Although — we bought everything all at once, including some appliances, and I did nearly choke at the bill. It's not the most I've ever paid for anything (hey, we have a house. And a car), but those things involved loans and bank managers and monthly payments. This was just us, our savings and a conveyor belt full of stuff. It was a little ... breathtaking. Literally.

But hey, come on. You must have known this was coming. It's been over a year since we've ripped up any floors in our house. Our crowbars were getting itchy.

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