Yesterday morning, our friend Wally (thank you, you're a hero) drove us to the land of the Swedish furniture with the magical keys.

We came back with a packed car... We found :

- The two black chairs
- Another red chest of drawers (this one in shiny metal, yum !)
- A lamp
- Plain red cotton curtains

And some plugs, plastic tubes to hide the 'puter cables, black wire mail organisers, etc.

I've resisted the lure of the boxes. Because I have a serious box addiction. I love boxes. I love organising.

I can't wait to have the floor installed so we can start emptying our dining room. We had to cancel dinner with JM & Ginger tonight because we freaked out when we realised our mess was definitely NOT Margaux-friendly. Better safe than sorry.

Blythou out.

Yesterday evening, we went to Ikea with a car-equipped friend (no, I don't choose my friends based on the fact they own cars or not, I swear).

We bought the usual shitload of things we thought we didn't need but can't live without anyway. Our friend Wally carried around for an hour or so a cardboard box filled with 6 long stemmed glasses. He took great care of them. We paid. We went to the Swedish grocery store to buy salmon.

Wally still carried those glasses with the mix of reverence and care you have for the newborn baby of an unfertile couple who, after years of trying, have finally conceived.

We headed back to the car. Wally lighted a ciggie and I offered to carry the glasses for safety. We filled the trunk of the car. Wally set the glasses temporarily on the car roof.

We drove off. Three or four minutes later, we hear a crash, the noise of broken glass. We laugh. Eh, who knew there were drive by shooting in the middle of nowhere near Ikea.

Then it dawned on Wally. He'd left the glasses on the car roof.

Blythou out.

Last week's been a whirlwind. Besides meeting Maria and Emmi and attending their exhibition in Paris, I attended the Paris doll show with Lula Bebop & Tibiloo.

And finally we received and assembled our big Bonde cabinet from Ikea. The girls have moved in their new condo and seem *relatively* happy. No suicides from jumping from the top shelf yet. Some of the Stitches have also stuffed themselves in here. Saves them from Bettie's constant grooming I suppose.

I attended TWO meetings on Monday, went on a press trip on Tuesday (in the wine region... say no more), did two interviews yesterday... And finally our friend James drove us to Ikea today.

I'm knackered.

But I found a new red chair for the living room, found *the* couch we want, bought some vintage looking curtains, a shitload of cutlery, pots and pans, some gifts for friends... And a thingie to hang the lingerie/socks after the laundry shaped as an octopus. Once I arrived home, I realised I should have bought an extra one for Pam/Tikistitch who's a big octopus/squid enthusiast ! Next time, I will, I promise !

Now, I just have to write a loooooong interview and find some fresh virgin blood to regenerate.

Blythou out.

I've just ordered my Bonde cabinet on Ikea online. I'll go check out the sofas and chairs next month and indulge in a shopping trip there, which is always very, very dangerous since I love decoration, home improvement and changing everything.
Oh and I love boxes, shelving units and I always spend hours drooling in front of the walk-in closets. I'll have mine, one day <--- said in Scarlett O'Hara's voice at the end of the 1st part of Gone With The Wind.

Of course, I don't really want my girls to leave behind glass doors, but they're constantly endangered by cats, visiting kids, second-hand smoke, dust, etc. So they'll be safe. I just have to convince myself that, no, they won't choke to death in their glass prison.

And I've checked this morning. I actually own 48 Littlest Pets. That's a lot.

Blythou out.