I am loving on domesticity so hard right now. There has been a veritable bonanza of householdy stuff going on and I’ve gotten very squealy and arm-flappy and new-word-makey-uppy to convey the full scope of my delight. My delight is so much bigger than you understand right now. So much bigger.
After She-Ra’s bridal shower this weekend (which was lovely and very cute and gave me the chance to make sober introductions to other Beau family members that I don’t already know, but which I can’t talk about in more detail before I get to Bologna’s baby shower because in the Great Shower Caste System, Bologna’s shower wins by virtue of happening first, being planned by me, and being thrown for a blood-relation. So, in short, I will get to Bologna’s baby shower soon… ish) Beau and I came home early to finally get to work on the condo. First on our to-do list was pillaging Ikea for furniture since the place is cavernous. And beige. Maybe I mentioned that it is beige before.
Our Ikea raid was extremely successful. We walked away with more Swedish accoutrement than one can reasonably expect to fit in a sedan even if said sedan is of the Italian Grandfather variety. But we are not reasonable people. We want our Stefan and Grevbäck and several hundred other small items that we cannot live without like these place mats and that garbage can and OH! these skirt hangers are only $0.99 each? Grab like 20. Also that dust ruffle. And that thing. Yes that thing. What is it? Its $1.50 – put it in the cart. I’ll figure out what it does later.
It became clearer that the situation was challenging at best when we returned to the car with a greater volume of stuff than available interior space. Specifically, the bed which was in a big flat box of a length suitable for use as a life raft and was wider than the car. But Beau, being of the male persuasion, knew exactly how to transport this item home. He began by launching it on top of my car.
For the next 10 minutes, Beau ran around with flimsy Swedish twine while making brow-furrowing faces to show his concentration and hide his delight with the project. Eventually, my Lillesand was “securely” tied to the roof. Beau hopped into the driver’s seat and I hopped into the seat behind him as the front passenger’s seat was fully reclined to accommodate a bookshelf.
We began our journey of under 10 miles home at 30mph, avoiding highways and making LOTS of new friends along the way who were all so excited to see us limping along that they followed us almost close enough to push us up the hills. I waved and smiled and pointed at the giant cardboard slab. When I do things like that, my family often tells strangers that I’m touched in the head. Then I just wave and smile at them some more.
What’s interested about Ikea twine is that it seems to be made of Lycra because when the wind got under the parcel, the string would stretch and the box would levitate ever so slightly forcing us to drive with our arms out the window in an attempt to maintain stability and keep the car from lifting off. We got home without going airborne and pulled everything into the condo where Beau contently began piecing things together and countering my offers for help.
Since then, we’ve also invested in a washer/dryer set which gave me hours of amusement last night (no, seriously, I’ve never been so happy to wash laundry. Mostly because my basement isn’t covered in midcentury grime or infested with hippies like my last two) and I’ve also purchased my very first sewing machine with which I will alternately hem skirts and mangle clothing patterns. Tonight we’re heading to Home Depot for paint and such to revamp the bedroom, so I may have a few before and after pictures sometime this century.
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