Last weekend we decided to drive 180km to a well-known Swedish furniture store, since we absolutely could not live with our horrid computer desk any longer. We were also in need of several other items, such as a rug for the hall, some end tables and something to keep Ro's dollhouse on. Since prices in any regular furniture store are outrageous, we decided it was well worth the drive.
We got lost. This place should be easy to find because it's big. No, let me rephrase that: it's huge. And you would think there would be lots of signs saying, "This way to the Swedish meatballs, yah." But no, there was only one sign and even that one wasn't clear (maybe saving on signs helps keep the prices down). So we got lost, and an hour and half turned into two.
When we finally found the place, we descended upon the store with our best "Eye-kee-uh!" war cry, ready to get the best deal around...no matter what. Never mind that besides the necessary desk, rug, and tables, we also came home with some extras.
There were these fabulous cushions for the couch that we absolutely couldn't live without, and even though our closet is bursting at the seams with sheets, we found some that were too pretty to leave behind. And the kids had to have a prize for behaving so well. After all, they spent two hours in the car and got dragged around from one furniture display to the next. So, they were appeased with an offering of some beads and a few tiny stuffed animals. Oh, and they also got a mosquito net for their beds. There aren't any mosquitoes in the winter, you say? Do you think the kids care about that?
What's amazing is that we actually managed to find our way out of the store again, because it's a labyrinth. Once you're in, there's no going back, and no shortcuts to be found. You just have to allow the wave of people to carry you from one section to the next, and even though it seems like you're hopelessly lost, eventually you will somehow end up at the exit. You end up finding all sorts of treasures along the way that, after driving for two hours, you just can't leave behind because who knows when you'll be back. And if you were to wait until the next time, you might not remember the name of the item since they have these impossible names.
"Wait, it was the Ofattbar, wasn't it?"
"No, that's not it, it was the Skitsnygg."
"Well, I don't see it, but there is a Skitdålig, will that do?"*
One thing's for sure, I'm not buying the Fartful desk...just in case.
So, once you work your way through the maze and find what you were looking for, you leave with twice as many things as you had planned to buy in the first place. But all of them are useful and necessary. If anybody tries to tell you they're not, just shut them up with your war cry. "Eye-kee-uh!"
After finding the exit, we had to brave the seemingly endless lines at the checkout counters. Why is it that every time we come here, half of the Spanish population seems to have had the same idea? Don't these people have something better to do on the weekend?
We finally got to pay and we went home, which was a feat in itself. It took us nearly an hour to fit everything in the car, and we actually had to open some of the packages to do it. But nothing would keep us from getting our loot home and, with a bit of determination and a husband with a talent for packing the trunk, we came away 500 euros poorer, but victorious.
That was the easy part. We still had to put all the stuff together, and that's one of the things that have been keeping me from my blogging. But it's done now, and while there are still a few urgent things I need to take care of, at least I have a fabulous new desk just waiting for me to get to all the really important things, such as writing a review for The James Bond Dossier. But first things first. I have to vacuum up all those tiny beads that got spilled all over the floor, before I step on them...skit!
At Scrivel you never have to stand in line.
*Remember, this is all in good fun, so if you're Swedish don't get your trosor in a bundle. I actually do like IKEA and Swedish meatballs. Oh, and the accent is cute, yah?