If IKEA were a man, I would hit on IKEA how men really want to get hit on.
So, IKEA, as ever, did not dissappoint. I went Saturday with a list and calculator and noted all of the items I needed plus the items I am hoping to get at some point. I am happy to report that I should be able to do most of what I want to do right away.
I actually think I can do all of it, but I am careful with that assessment. First we need to write the final check to the bank and then we re-calculate.
I will now figure out what to wear for the Hampton Classics.
Apparently I am going to a VIP event at a fancy horse-show sponsored by Hermes and some great champagner brand. Related: Free food, open bar, great service and, most importantly, my awesome new $12 sunglasses that look exactly like the $180 Ray-Bans I wanted. Also related: I can’t wear high heels, because the event tent is on grass. WTF. Flat shoes and me? No good. There will also be a ton of Germans there. I haven’t been surrounded with that species since I was in Germany last…at least not by “a lot” of them.
Call me lucky, possums. Call me lucky.