I survived Ikea. Barely.

I HATE shopping.  HATE it.  I know, I know.  I’m a girl, I’m not supposed to hate things like that.  But I get really annoyed and overwhelmed and most of the time just panic and leave.

Case in point:  I went to a local grocery store the other day and couldn’t think of what we needed by the time I started shopping.  I’m really bad at remembering lists.  Lets just say by the time I made it out the door, I had five bags of shredded cheese and nothing else.  That was the day my husband banned me from doing the grocery shopping.

So when my older sister called a few days ago, almost on the verge of hysteria because of her brilliant plan, I cringed.

She was taking me to IKEA.  I have successfully avoided IKEA for 32 years.  When I told her I’d never been she squealed and said, “Oh!  Colleen!  My heart just fluttered!”

Yeah.  My sister and I are night and day.

So, yesterday was the day we went to IKEA.  I had a list of things I needed for the new house.  People have told me not to get anything at IKEA, while others LOVE IKEA.  My thinking is, IKEA is a step up to where I’ve shopped for household stuff in the past.  Which is NOWHERE.  I usually just take the things my sister, Lin, doesn’t want anymore.  Our couches used to be hers, my wall art used to be hers, my dishes used to be hers and I’m pretty sure the down comforter we’ve used for seven years was hers at one point.  This was the first time I’ve ever shopped for actual non-hand me down stuff.  And here was my first purchase.  🙂


Got this giraffe and shoved him in a birdcage and bought it.  Who wouldn’t want a giraffe in a birdcage?  The day was starting well, and IKEA wasn’t even open yet.  My sister was so excited, she was fidgeting and grinning like an idiot the whole way there.  See?

Okay, maybe this post was AFTER Ikea when she got a little tipsy at lunch.  But still…this is pretty much how she looked the entire day.  And she’s VEGAN now, so she couldn’t partake in the meatballs everyone told me about.  Honestly, I hated the IKEA meatballs.  But here’s a pic, anyway.


And my very favorite purchase of the day was this picture.  It’s HUGE and makes no sense and will look perfect in my living room on the wall where my giraffe in a birdcage will be.



And this is my car, Cooper, AFTER our trip to IKEA.

I have to admit, it wasn’t as awful as I had imagined, but I did almost panic when we walked inside and had to read freaking INSTRUCTIONS on how to shop at IKEA.  What store is so complicated that there are instructions??  I will say this–I wouldn’t have made it five minutes if it weren’t for Lin.  That’s why she was born first.

❤   So thank you, Sister, for popping my IKEA cherry.  It was sort of fun, but I hope I never, ever have to go back.




18 thoughts on “I survived Ikea. Barely.

  1. LMAO COLLEEN, YOUR SOOOO FUNNY LOVE THE picture & LOVE THE giraffe in a birdcage (its UNIQUE LIKE you) 🙂

  2. Thank you for putting flashback images in my head… -shudders- even though IKEA have the arrows on the floor, it will get you lost and into a dead end.. I freaked one of the last times I went… I was 14…. Kept my eyes on the arrows on the floor.. Ended up in a hallway with no way out… Cept the way I came… Point is, the arrows didn’t stop at the dead end.. Now why oh why would someone so sadistic do such a thing!? Lmao

  3. Love the giraffe…. But maybe not in a birdcage lol! I have yet to go to Ikea, it’s just too far away from home and there is too much temptation to buy stuff I can’t afford 🙂

  4. BAHAHAHAHAHA literally just spit my drink out of my mouth when i saw a picture of your caged giraffe.

    butterflying hilarious!!!

    first IKEA purchase?
    nailed it.

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