I, TRW (The Retired Wife), have taken a leaf out of TRH’s (The Retired Husband’s) book. I also have done my own mini clearing, cleaning, sorting and re-ordering. In the kitchen.
Last night, whilst waiting to pick up our son from the airport, we popped into Ikea. Conveniently, it’s right next to the airport. Yes, I am not ashamed to admit we are flat pack experts. Not just flat pack experts. Experts at navigating our way efficiently and purposefully around the maze that is Ikea. Our renovated kitchen is an Ikea one. And it is brilliant.
But neither of us has been that enarmoured of the cutlery draw system. We discovered on our previous trip that they have a new system. Back then, we had this conversation –
TRH: Look at this.
TRH: It’s a cutlery tray. Much better than the framework we have.
Me: Yeah, ours is shit. I like the look of this. It’s solid wood for a start. The other one slips and slides around. And it was hard to put it together. (That had been my job. I struggled. It was not a flat pack.)
TRH: This really well made. Bamboo.
Me: Let’s change over to these.
I was on a mission now. I wanted them. We measured them. And measured our drawers from memory. (Not recommended.) We looked at the various options available. We selected what would work for us.
BUT we had no trolley. And there were none upstairs. A bad Ikea moment. Never go upstairs without a trolley if you plan on getting bulky items. Not that we had planned that. Best to always grab a trolley – just in case.
Me: We might as well. Look, we got some bags.
TRH: Oookay, said with a resigned sigh of reluctance.
Me: You found them! It was your idea to start with!
We stuffed them in two bags. Just.
TRH: No! I can’t carry them like this. I can’t even get a hold of the handles. We’ll get them next time.
He is not a good shopper at the best of times. I believe he has a shopping aversion hair trigger that trips – well, like a hair trigger. This is a phenomena I have witnessed many times over the many, many shopping trips we have been on together during our many, many years of marriage. Which is why I tend to avoid them if I can. The duo shopping trips that is.
So back they went. I had not a leg to stand on. Back at home I looked at the deficient cutlery drawers. They were looking more and more unsatisfactory by the day. I also noticed that they were decidedly narrower than we had remembered.
Me: I think we better measure these drawers before we go back.
TRH: Huh? Back where?
Me: To Ikea. To get those babmboo cutlery trays. Remember?
Me: Marc is coming home for Easter. We have to pick him up at the airport on Thursday night. We can go to Ikea then. Just leave early enough so we can eat there first, then get the trays while we wait for his plane to land.
TRH: I can make them you know. Just as good.
Me: I know. But they would be fiddly and take you a long time. I would rather you put your energies into some other jobs.
That was not the end of it. There were several more half hearted attempts to discuss the making of them.
On Thursday night we went to Ikea. Our routine is well set now. We have been there so often, we know our way around almost blindfold. We had dinner first. TRH the usual meatballs and mash. TRW fish and chips for a change.
Then we hit the hallowed halls. I had a trolley. We weaved our way around. We knew exactly what we wanted.
TRH: Aren’t they downstairs?
Me: No.The kitchen stuff is up here.
TRH: I’m sure it was in the Marketplace.
Me: No! striding purposefully ahead whilst skillfully avoiding dawdling Ikea novices with babies in prams.
TRH: Are you sure?
Me: See? There they are ! having arrived in the kitchen fittings area.
On the way out we picked up a few packets of frozen meatballs from the Food Hall. Another tradition.
I do have a theory about this worrying Ikea memory lapse. There is obviously an associated trauma which prevents the laying down of important Ikea shopping neural pathways. I suspect it is only to be found in the male of the species. This of course is based on anecdotal and experiential data. As far as I know there has been no rigorous triple blind scientific study conducted on this particular malady.
The new trays are perfect. So much better.
And to celebrate I baked some Dallas pulla – a Finnish sweet bun made from a recipe posted in America.
© Raili Tanska
Steps for Peace