I decided to have a wander around IKEA yesterday, making use of being on holidays and having the rare opportunity to go in the middle of the day and avoid the weekend crowds. It was primarily a fact finding mission this time around, there was some stuff in the catalogue that I was thinking of getting, and I wanted to go in and see it in the flesh, you know look under the hood and kick the tires, before committing to it. The only thing I was going to get this time was some fabric, which of course they didn't have. But I did buy some more storage boxes in the (vain?) hope of getting more 'organised'.
The IKEA here is so BIG and with so much stuff in it, that I always feel a little overloaded by the time I've done the place. You know? After a while all the beech veneer and 50c glassware starts to meld into one. A sort of Swedish fugue state. It was a lot quieter though, which was nice. And the demographic was more single mothers and youngsters, and less full families and The Gays.
I was in there for over three hours! By the time I left I felt tired and dehydrated. Who knew IKEA could be such a marathon?