The Ikea Experience.

Ever since I was a child I have loved Ikea. It started with the kids room where I was left to be entertained by bright coloured plastic balls while my parents browsed the latest in DIY Scandanavian design, and continued into my adult years when I myself wasted hours choosing between which shower curtain would match the scum in my latest share house.
When Grant and I lived together we found ourselves drawn to Ikea whenever we passed by (or were even within 5 kilometres of it) and always, without fail, found something that was essential to our lives. That dish brush with blue plastic feet... the ice cube tray that made star shaped ice cubes... how can one live without these things?
But I must admit... my dream has always been to go to Ikea in Scandanavia. Some may argue that Finland is not Scandanavia and I'll let them... but for me, today my dream came true. Kati and I made the pilgrimage to every homeowner's (or renter's) Mecca.



It's a really, really long boring bus ride to Ikea...


Kati under estimates our purchasing power by choosing the smallest trolley possible...


This was lots of fun until the grumpy shop assistants forced me to leave the kids stuff alone...
But Kati was still allowed to explore her inner child.


Perhaps that entire bag of chocolate was not the best idea... note the scales.



I feel that this kitchen is missing something...




A ha! This kitchen is more my style... Aussie sparking wine! Cheers!


People don't realise the charm of a good Scandanavian rocking chair.

So we made our purchases and suddenly a thought occured to us... How the fuck are we going to get this home on the bus????




By the look on Kati's face, I realised that only one thing would inspire the strength for the trip home....

A 90 cent hot dog with all the toppings!

Oh Ikea! How I love you!