We went to Ikea yesterday, Mr and Mrs Boy, Petite Fille and I. It must be five years or more since I was in an Ikea store and since then a superstore has opened in a new location. As we entered I asked Mr Boy not to lose me. I even contemplated slipping the pram strap to my wrist so that I didn’t have to rely on my miniscule sense of direction to emerge at the other end. Luckily I soon realised that lights formed arrows on the floor and I just followed the trail to the exit.
My task was to buy photo frames to frame home class photos for my graduation class. I have a home class that has a mix of year 10,11 and 12 students and the years 10 and 11 are suppose to bring in money to purchase a gift for the years 12s on their last day. Of course they don’t and so it falls to the teacher to purchase from their own pockets.
So, I wanted mass identical frames at a low price. Hence the trip to Ikea. I found 10 bright blue frames in the school colour and an exact fit for the photograph. Price? $2.50! Yay! I am under no misapprehension that they will end up in the back of their closet or in the bin so I was not going to outlay a large amount.
My other purchases? A high chair for Petite Fille when she comes to visit, and two sticky lint rolls to help fight the Augie hair that I always seem to be covered in. Oh and some books for Petite Fille and Christmas cookie cutters for Daughter1 (Mrs Boy).
I was pleased with my purchases, and we had a lovely tea break in the cafeteria, but the whole place was a little scary. The concept of living an entire Ikea life was a little much for me. They had everything, from food, to sewing materials; baby items to garden tools. I expected to round a corner and find flat packed coffins at any moment.
Of course time collapses, just like it does when you are playing on the computer. What you think is one hour is really three. We left the store, triumphant but exhausted. I expect it will be at least another year and another graduation before I return. I may just have recovered by then!