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The Monster and Me: Fruit Bowl

The Monster and Me: Painting

The Monster and Me: Candles

The Monster and Me: Bottles and jars

The Monster and Me: Old Camera

I’ve been contemplating a house tour ever since I showed you through The Monsters room way back in the beginning of the year. But the thing is, his room feels quite ‘done’. I add bits and pieces every now and then and things change as he changes but for the most part the room has a consistent look and feel about it that I love, that I’m happy with.

The rest of the house feels like a work in-progress. And the progress is very slow because Troy and I can’t seem to agree on just about any style of furniture, decorating or otherwise. And now, with a two year old and hopefully another little one further down the track, we have to weigh up any new purchase against potential kid-trashing. So nearly all furniture buying adventures see us return home empty handed swearing never to bother again, especially if it involves Ikea on a rainy weekend.

Thankfully our house itself is quite lovely: full of light and white walls, timber floors and high ceilings. So no matter that our home looks far from a Real Living cover-house, it’s a pleasure to live here. And it probably is worth showing you through perhaps, even if it’s far from ‘done’.

Snippets above are:

//Fenn Moroccan Ceramic Bowl Hamimi // Painting by Melinda Harper a wedding gift from my god mother // Bronze tray from a local op-shop // Recycled cosmetic bottles by AESOP // Vintage camera, Troy’s grandmas//

What about you, are you happy with how your home looks or are you in a constant state of development? Can you and your partner agree on furniture or does it cause arguments for you too?

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the monster at ikea wearing no pants

Back in our childless days trips to Ikea were borderline enjoyable. Although they often turned out fruitless (how many times did we try to buy that Expedit bookcase I can’t count), at the very least we would leave with some picture frames and a two dollar hotdog for the trouble.

Since the monster whirl-winded into our lives we have braved the Ikea behemoth on only two occasions. Both times: big fat fails. The first adventure was on a very wet Saturday just before Lachie turned one. Troy was working a million hours and I had to get out of the house before the newly walking monster sent us both crazy with his whinging. Any slightly sane person would have turned back at the sight of the cars backed up to the main road trying to get in to the car park, but in my stupidly sleep deprived, desperate to get out of the house state I persisted.

The plan was to have some lunch at the cafeteria and then continue on our way happily meandering through the neat kitchens and perfectly proportioned bedrooms. Have you seen the Ikea cafe on a weekend? Bedlam. We made it halfway to our cheap Swedish meatballs before the monster went in to complete meltdown mode. So I carried my hungry, cranky, almost-toddler through the mind-numbing furniture maze to make it to the check-out and find the line-up at least thirty-five minutes long. At this stage I should have abandoned my collection of storage boxes and melamine plates and run for the door but again I persisted. I danced, I made faces, I pleaded and cajoled. And when that didn’t work I begged the monster to just bear with me a few more minutes. We made it to the hotdog shop on the other side only to have the monster drop our shared 3pm lunch on the floor. I swore never again would you find me at Ikea on a rainy weekend.

However, like most bad experiences, with time, the memory of the pain lessens. So we found ourselves yesterday again at Ikea on a rainy weekend. The cafeteria line looked bearable and at least I had another set of hands to deal with any Ikea-induced tantrums (mine or the monsters): this trip was going to be a piece of cake. That was until reaching for a piece of almond chocolate cake I smelled the distinct whiff of vomit. The monster was covered in his breakfast. So we passed up lunch and cake and sped for the bathroom. Fortunately I had a spare nappy and t-shirt in my bag (a rarity). Unfortunately there were no spare shorts.

The next twenty minutes spent in the home office section went approximately like this: Troy measures desk, we try to discuss options, monster starts screaming to be put down, I put him down and he runs very quickly in to the crowd of oncoming shoppers, with no pants and the demeanor of a drunk being chased by an angry publican, I catch up to him just before he collides with a trolley. Repeat. Super fun times indeed. Under duress we made a decision and ran head for the exit. Waiting at the check-out Lachie finally hit the lying on the ground screaming stage. Yup, we’re those parents that have the half-dressed toddler lying on the floor of Ikea yelling til your ears bleed. Even a two-dollar hotdog couldn’t save the day so we just paid and got the hell out of there.

Until next time.

Tell me do you have better luck when going to Ikea? Or are you cursed too? Anyone else love those two-dollar hotdogs at the exit?

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