Before I even began the 2.5 hour trip to Cincinnati with 7 friends, I had an adventure in my driveway.
As I walked toward our minivan, (I actually just typed "mimivan," which is appropriate since I feel like "Grandma-Mimi" in it) my keen observation skills told me, "Hey, something's not right here." And my Sherlock Holmes acuity did not let me down, for upon close inspection, I discerned that the passenger window of our minivan had been shot out.
Yes, Watson, shot out. And once we had a pop-up camper stolen right off our driveway! Perhaps I should start calling my driveway, "the hood" and wearing a bandana around my thigh to show what gang I'm in. What gang that would be is not clear yet. Perhaps "The Ken Lee" gang. But that sort of sounds like a group of attorneys.
As much as I love a neighborhood mystery, I'm pretty sure the shooting was probably just the "prank" of some "sweet," "zany" teenagers with nothing to do but vandalize us on a Friday night, ultimately costing us "$200" that I could've used elsewhere, like Ikea. Either teenagers did this, or my boyfriend of 1978 is STILL sending the message that he's not OK with our break.
By the way, my daughter thought "Ikea" is the name of a car. That's a long way to drive just to see a Kia.
For those of you who have never visited Ikea, upon arrival, customers are given a yellow shopping bag, cart and map to navigate the store, which is roughly the size of Wyoming. So just picture Wyoming completely packed with home furnishings from the grass to the horizon, and you have a pretty good picture of what Ikea is like. Thrill! Then you go up the escalator to a pseudo-showroom where mock-ups of rooms exist for your drooling pleasure. The lower level has home accessories like linens, art, lamps, glassware and rugs, etc.
Most of the merchandise is Scandinavian in design, and much of it looks like dorm decor. But it's bold, vibrant, fun, and CHEAP, kinda like my personality.
(At least the personality I portray on this blog, not to be confused with my real personality:)
One decorating idea I'd never seen before was a panel hanging in front of a window. Picture this: you have the window plus blinds of some sort, then instead of curtains, you have a rod over the window with a panel of cloth a little narrower than the window hanging in front of the blind. It's like a strip of material hanging in front of the window. The panels looked like these at the right. Tres interessant. Or as they say in Scandinavia: "Uber Super Duper."
These lamps and silver tray below were some of my favorite things that I did not buy.
What did I buy?
A cloth apron (furthering my fantasy of being a real cooking wife/mom), dessert spoons (how does one manage without them?) a pasta strainer that sits in the pot while you boil the pasta, and then you just lift it out leaving the water in the pot (!), two mesh hanging closet organizers, and six demi-tasse green cups and saucers because they were so ca-yute!
I bet you'd like to know my total. So would my husband, so I won't be disclosing it here.
Tomorrow: A glossary of political jargon as viewed from the "mom perspective," --and-- my 100,000th visitor!