After an early morning barter negotiation (I'd go to Ikea if Clay watched a bunch of Losts with me tonight sans protest), we headed south for an airport drop-off (thanks for coming, Kip and Jamie!) and some serious shopping. I was semi-dreading the experience, because Clay tends to keep me marching for hours on end without rest, but this time we kept it "short" (3 hours?) and I had a loo-vely time.
Of course, my favorite part of the Ikea experience is their cafe. Have you been? It is amazing and cheap. And amazing. As per my usual, I got the meatballs + mashed taters + lingonberry sauce/jam/crack-cocaine. It's truly good fortune that Ikea's a half hour away or I'd eat all my meals there. Apologies for the high-creep level of the attached picture, but I was too hungry to try harder.
So what'd we buy? A bench/trunk thing for our entryway shoe storage (because THEY'RE EVERYWHERE), a TV stand/media storage unit, a big ol' mirror, and lots of little things (hooks for our robes, bath mats, juice glasses, votive holders, etc.) We found a couch and a dining table we liked, too, but the former needs to be ordered/delivered and the latter was out-of-stock. Frown.
We worked hard to find things that aren't cookie-cutter-Ikea and I think we succeeded. Photos in a bit will tell the tale better. And now, to watch Clay put together furniture and get sweaty. Swoon.