I love Ikea. Always did. Ever since I was a little girl, Ok 12, and we lived in Europe, every few months we’d go to Ikea, where we’d walk around, and I’d look at the different rooms, and I’d fantasize how one day I would have my own room, and it would look like: This, or this one, or maybe this one, or maybe this room with that bed, with those sheets…and then we’d have meatballs in the cafeteria. I still do that, only now I furnish a whole house (IN MY HEAD) and through the years I have accumulated more spoons than furniture; but I still keep my catalogues since 2005, and whenever I need ( or WANT…) something for my house, I always look up my faithful, albeit beat up 2009 catalogue in search for an UGEND or a STRUNGUL ( I am SURE there’s something named that!) so I was very excited to make it over there last week and get 2 shelves to display my photos on. And the best part? Turns out I need one more , so I get to go BACK!!!!!! HOT DOGS anyone?
My frame corner - waiting for bottom shelf!
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