Remember, I told you that the hardest thing about Ikea was to pass the decoration section without ending up with a pile of useless yet lovely picture frames and that one tablecloth that would suit sooo perfectly?
Well, I might change my opinion. Or at least add the advanced level: Assembling! Not only a challenge for you DIY skills, but also a good relationship test! At least I imagine so – because my sister and me did amazingly well, of course! We are a good team! We soon had an elaborate system of who would hold the board and who would turn the screw.
Ha! Speaking of the screws! Dear IKEA, it would be amazing, if not only the creative name and the colour of your products is written on the packaging, but also the tools it needs to be assembled!! %&’#@§?&#!!
As you might have guessed, we ended up super motivated, just unpacked the first box, everything nicely sorted, all the dowels and screws counted and realizing we won’t make it just with the screwdrivers Kathi wisely borrowed from work. (At least we had real screwdrivers now! I spent my afternoon building a shelf that required an estimated number of 1.000 screws using just the small leatherman my dad gave my, in order o survive the rough wilderness of the big city.) Anyways, fortunately our landlord helped us out with a hammer and a screw-wrench, mentioning at least seven times we shall not install something directly on the walls as there are wires running trough – thank you, we got it the first time.
After two successive evenings, spent on our knees, being super many showing off all our technical knowledge, we can finally say: Welcome to the family, Rast, Hyllis, Laiva and Gorm!
- Beware of the candles! (offtonewshores.wordpress.com)
Sooo, what’s the first thing to do after you moved to a new place? … Right! IKEA! (No, not search for work or get your paperwork organized. pfff…)
Of course even in London several of the big Swedish furniture stores exist. And of course once inside of them you totally forget that you are in a foreign country now, because it just looks all the same and sooo familiar. Ha! But only on the surface! You thought Ikeas are all the same? There are national differences, only a trained eye can spy:
- First there’s the food! Apart form the infamous Kötbullar here they offer Fish’n’Chips (obvious!) and English breakfast, including sausages and mashed potatoes – all day long.
- Secondly I have to mention the left-right, right-left confusion I created on the stairs, being totally carried away and forgetting about left-walking people …
- Lastly, and that’s a big PLUS I have to admit for Ikea in London: People are actually queuing! Amazing!
Anyways, we managed to survive Swedish-English (Swinglish??) dinner and didn’t get run over neither by a shopping trolly, nor the usual crying child tyrannising the whole family about the toy it didn’t get.
And in the end the hardest part of the whole trip wasn’t to collect all the pieces of furniture in the self-service-pick-up-aisles, or to get the whole shopping home – the hardest part was to resist all the lovely, colourful and useless candles, baking dishes, fairy lights and cushions! Who would have thought…
After spending our evening with the worlds biggest provider of meatballs, cranberry jam and Billy, we triumphantly (?) returned home with 4 shelves, 3 pots, 1 pan, a (hopefully) useful thingy to organize the closet, a toilet brush, a nigh light, 2 big and several small candles (cinnamon and apple flavour), a trash bin, some boxes, a make-up mirror, baking bowls and 2 lovely tea cups we just couldn’t resist.
Benvenuti, Hollaroh and Welcome everyone!
One year ago, on the 5th September 2012, I started my Italian Adventure. I spent 10 months studying in Milano and for the sake of not leaving the country I utterly fell in love with, I added 2 more months of travelling around with a cinema festival, attempting to see every corner of this beautiful country and shooting lots of movies. Not only I totally fell for cappucchino and cornetto, big gestures, “tutto con calma” and aperitivo – I met some of the most amazing people ever! ❤ But apart from all the great experiences I made, I cought the travel bug!
Aber alles hat ein Ende, nur die Wurst hat zwei,
and therefore: The show must go on!
And while I was still on the road, I found my next big opportunity. My lovely little sister Kathi moved to England in mid-august and so I decided: Prossima Fermata/Next Stop: London!
After returning from my Italian year and cinematic summer, I spent exactly 10 days at home, unpacking the boxes from Milano and packing my bags for London.
Kathi came home over the weekend to attend my uni graduation party and to spend some time with her oh-so-missed boyfriend.
And finally,on the 22nd September, first day of autum, we took the plane together to LONDON. (I’m glad I had someone to help me with all my bags! )
Off to new shores!