Its something about Ikea. It swallows time. After spending 5 hours there yesterday doing nothing my theory that it time warps held. We did eat meatballs though, with mash as it should be. And bought fläderblomssaft, knäckebröd and löjrom.
Oliver and me found most of the things we want to have and felt confident our flat will turn out to be a slightly mental looking heaven.
This is one of our favourites but we have nowhere to put it.
Im thinking, why not have a moose in the dungeon. We havent agreed on that one yet.
We did found my reading chair though, in the bargain corner. Win. (dont mind that its slightly wonky looking, that was Ol putting the legs on wrong when we came home. Its actually perfect looking)