
Going to IKEA you usually know you are about to fall-out with your partner. You are going to want to stab this person or yell at them in the textile area because times get really tough there. You definitely want to shove teetering old ladies out of your way and I definitely curse everyone who brings their little kids because who melts down in Ikea more than husbands? Children. Yep.
But we were super prepared with a diagram from Laura Cattano and a list with sick detail thanks to Mr. JPH. We got it done!

Things were super sweet until our TAXI GOT IN A CRASH WITH ANOTHER TAXI ON THE FRANKLIN DELANO ROOSEVELT EXPRESSWAY. We had to wait for the cops, clog-up traffic for everyone... talk to the cops...
But we recovered. We needed to rest up for a night on the town & B-I-N-G-O, but I did one tiny organizing thing...
BEFORE - Tiny tiled ledge in bathroom where my hair stuff lives.

And AFTER with a cheap little tray. So tidy.

The specific measurement of how much room was there aside from the pipes were drawn out in my little book where I've been writing all this stuff down.
I've got a page/s devoted to stuff needed from Ikea, Cb2 and West Elm. Ideas anyway. In my dreams I'm getting some table lamps from Jonathan Adler.






