Yes it’s true. I am one of those weird people, who just loves flat pack furniture. And not just because it means I actually have new furniture, but also because I actually enjoy putting it together.
Yes, I’m weird like that.
Anyway, a few weeks ago we headed to Adelaide to pick up our other car, and hopefully get a few bits and pieces from IKEA, which was, we thought, a great plan. The only thing we had failed to really think through, was the size of some of those items we were planning on using to restore order to our new home.
They were kinda big.
Ok, really, they were huge. Definitely not going to fit in the car comfortably for a six hour drive home.
Of course it took us getting through to the flat pack area of IKEA, and starting to load a trolley for us to actually realise this. Laden with goods, Boatman suddenly decided it would be a good idea to measure the size of the car, whilst the kids entertained all the local shoppers. A great plan all around 😉
So anyway, upon realising we weren’t taking our things home with us, we instead organised to have the larger items delivered to our house, which happened yesterday. Bright and early Wednesday morning, the most punctual delivery guys I have ever met, showed up with a pallet full of flat packing goodness.
Happiness doesn’t even begin to cover it.
The best part of this delivery, was that it was hot on the heels of the arrival of our new couch, so it’s been like a week full of really large presents.
Really large, needing construction presents.
I’ve been in my element. 🙂
Now if all of this, was not enough to bring a smile to my face, I’ve spent a great amount of time giggling at what I affectionately call “IKEA Man.”
This dude right here.
Not only is he funny to look at it, but he comes with his own unique set of quirks that has had me laughing to myself enough that someone should probably offer me therapy. In fact I’m pretty sure that in publishing this, I’m going to lose some of you, and you will think I am completely nuts, but I can’t help it. IKEA Man, is just so much fun.
First there is this:
His affection for carpet.
According to IKEA Man not having carpet will cause mayhem and destruction, but possessing a nice rug will have you feeling content and satisfied with life.
Then there is his sense of adventure. Not satisfied with just looking at a book shelf, IKEA Man believes climbing it is worth a try, although it seems he quite quickly regrets his decision.
Now I’m calling him IKEA man, but gender is really up for question. To begin with he doesn’t have any distinguishing genitalia, but more interestingly is this: IKEA Man, when confused, has no problem asking for help. He is not like a certain sea faring gentlemen I know, who no matter how much flat pack stuff he builds, manages to always do something so wrong, he basically has to start again. No IKEA
Man Woman Person is happy calling for help.
But perhaps my favourite thing about IKEA Person, is that he/she is a people person. He’s not content to build on his own, and take the joy for himself. No IKEA man thinks everything is better with a friend.
And lucky for him, my couch came wrapped up in this lovely tape with this happy looking Asian guy. I’m not quite sure if he is sitting on a couch, driving a car, or possibly encased in a bright red sleeping bag, but Asian guy, with his big grin and zest for life, is clearly the best friend a guy like IKEA Person can have.
It’s a match made in heaven. 🙂
So that’s what I’m finding joy in this week. A new couch, a new book case and two weird little cartoon men who make it all the more fun.
Where are you finding joy?
Do you like flat packs?
Should I be concerned with all the random bits left over that Boatman keeps calling ‘spares’?
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