The new Ikea catalogue landed on our doormat last week. That's the first time. Everyone else in town gets one, but we live on a hill and - well, they're heavy for delivering, aren't they?
Of course, Ikea only arrived here about oh, five years ago. before that we had to travel. I saw my first catalogue for sale in a newsagents here when The (Not So) Small One was a few months old, and I grabbed it. Something new and different. Something to read during midnight feeds. Something to dream about. Seems funny now, but it was so exciting then. We decided a trip was in order.
To get to our nearest Ikea we had to take a two hour ferry ride and then drive several hundred miles. With two small children. But there were flat packs at the end of it; and we wanted them. A lot. So we hired a trailer and we took requests from friends. We passed round our catalogue and we drew up a list.
|Another Flair for Buttons piece. Keep an eye out: I've been talking to Shelley the owner and we're having a giveaway very soon.|
We went. We drove. We spent all day shopping and we had a fine old time. Everyone remembers their first Ikea, right? The children loved it. The (Not So) Small One still likes to hear how I changed her nappy in the baby room, the like of which I'd never seen before. Bottle warming available? Where else?
Then we loaded up up trailer and we drove all the way home. We went back whenever we could. Bringing home treasure for family and friends, unloading the trailer at midnight and carrying sleeping children straight to bed. It was an adventure, and adventures can be hard to find in those days of baby changing and children's television.
We're all older now. Ikea moved in, we moved on. But it's still a favourite place to drop in on now we don't have to mount an expedition to get there. And that reminds me, it would be a good route to teach The Tall One. A man never knows when he might have need of a flat pack.
|Here I've used some cuttings from a Plundered Pages pack made for me by Julie Kirk|