Recently I’ve been telling myself two lies:
1: I don’t need a reading lamp.
2: I don’t need to go to Ikea.
Well, the first one is truly a blunt lie. I love to read before going to sleep – but I also love to turn off the ceiling lamp and enjoy the half-light of candles and fairy lights. So obviously I needed a bedside lamp.
Regarding lie number 2… it’s completely true. It didn’t have to be the Swedish amusement park (aka furniture outlet) but where would I have bought all the glasses, plates, plants, candles, cinnamon cookies and candy-coloured sponges I brought home along the lamp?
Also, there’s nothing quite like a cinnamon bun for merenda on a Sunday!