And (I say this, knowing that I am flaunting teh priviledge, being able to enjoy the honey that is IKEA design without having personaly pay, in my own flesh, the price of despair, interlocking screws, and mysterious-looking bits of plastic) for me there is no price to pay. No frustration to endure. It is all sweet.
Because Mr. Cordelia actually enjoys assembling everything I buy there. I have an IKEA minion!
We might need to form an LJ comm to promote the IKEA fandom. Just saying.
I enjoy it too. When it goes right. Just not when it goes wrong.
I was thinking of poking around LJ for an IKEA comm. What I really want is a wiki, where people can create a knowledge base on specific products. There's a site that seems intended to do that (I think it's something like ikeafans.com), but it has the look of a good idea that was abandoned for lack of time.
Awww. Tease. But I agree, fabula_rasa's fics are sexy.
There's a small Japanese restaurant here that's entirely outfitted by Ikea. And that's before the Austin Ikea opened a few months ago. I haven't been there yet. When I'm at Ikea all fiscal sense leaves me.
Ah, Ikea assemblage. And super-advanced Ikea at that (anything involving either drawers or doors is advanced; that plus plumbing is super-advanced.) Plus disappearing contractors. Yes, that will lead to strife and sorrow.
But, as so many times before, you are exactly correct. The kind of stuff that people on our kind of budgets had to put up with in the pre-IKEA era. Horrors! (Seriously. Bad horrors.) And we can't all subsist on futons and milk crates; sooner or later, there must be cabinets.
My regards to la Fab. I am simultaneous envying you both because you get to see each other. This makes me green twice. And tomorrow, I will be green in Pittsburgh. Ah.
Give fabularasa a huge hug for me. Lucky you for getting to meet her, and lucky her for getting to meet you. Will we get to hear details of your get-together?
I love IKEA, too; I get weird longings to go there, infiltrate the world's most perfect 500 square foot living space, and pretend my life is that organized and colorful. Oh, and load up on curiously squishy and ergonomic peelers, colorful cheap dishrags, and semi-plush octopus toys.
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And (I say this, knowing that I am flaunting teh priviledge, being able to enjoy the honey that is IKEA design without having personaly pay, in my own flesh, the price of despair, interlocking screws, and mysterious-looking bits of plastic) for me there is no price to pay. No frustration to endure. It is all sweet.
Because Mr. Cordelia actually enjoys assembling everything I buy there. I have an IKEA minion!
We might need to form an LJ comm to promote the IKEA fandom. Just saying.
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I enjoy it too. When it goes right. Just not when it goes wrong.
I was thinking of poking around LJ for an IKEA comm. What I really want is a wiki, where people can create a knowledge base on specific products. There's a site that seems intended to do that (I think it's something like ikeafans.com), but it has the look of a good idea that was abandoned for lack of time.
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Awww. Tease. But I agree, fabula_rasa's fics are sexy.
There's a small Japanese restaurant here that's entirely outfitted by Ikea. And that's before the Austin Ikea opened a few months ago. I haven't been there yet. When I'm at Ikea all fiscal sense leaves me.
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But, as so many times before, you are exactly correct. The kind of stuff that people on our kind of budgets had to put up with in the pre-IKEA era. Horrors! (Seriously. Bad horrors.) And we can't all subsist on futons and milk crates; sooner or later, there must be cabinets.
My regards to la Fab. I am simultaneous envying you both because you get to see each other. This makes me green twice. And tomorrow, I will be green in Pittsburgh. Ah.
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I love IKEA, too; I get weird longings to go there, infiltrate the world's most perfect 500 square foot living space, and pretend my life is that organized and colorful. Oh, and load up on curiously squishy and ergonomic peelers, colorful cheap dishrags, and semi-plush octopus toys.
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