Why I Hate: Ikea

My relationship with Ikea is like a teenage celebrity crush. Before I'd ever visited, I just loved the idea of the place. I pictured myself eating meatballs, buying candles, picture frames and brightly patterned cushions for 2p each (or something). I looked at posters (well, the catalogue) and dreamed. I really enjoyed my first few trips. Over the years, however, my initial love has been replaced by the creeping realisation that perhaps the reality of Ikea doesn't quite life up to my fantasies. Here's why:

The meatballs aren't that great. Even forgetting with horse meat scandal, I still find them a bit greasy and disappointing.

I am terrible at assembling flat pack furniture. As in, it makes me cry (and I absolutely hate having to ask for help).

Driving to Croydon is a pain in the ass. That said, I did once see someone attempting to get the tram home from Ikea while carrying a mattress, so in that context driving doesn't seem too bad.

It's always SO BUSY. Question: why on Earth would you take your children to Ikea?! How is that fun for anyone?

You have to walk around all of it, and somehow I still manage to forget stuff.

I do not need any more tealights, photo frames, or packs of postcards.

Having said all that, I couldn't live without my apple corer. So I guess it's a love/hate relationship. Or maybe a tolerate/hate relationship.

What are your thoughts on Ikea? Surely I can't be the only one who doesn't think it's all that..?

All Over the Place [a Life Update]

I've been all over the place recently (literally and figuratively) so we definitely need to have a catch up, right?



I make loads of Blog Every Day in May effort, then manage to not post for SIX WHOLE WEEKS. Way to post consistently and boost your readership Liz. Jeez. Not only that, I've also managed to not really read/comment on any blogs for a month. So I'm not ignoring you, I'm just too lazy to face my mammoth 'unread posts' list!

There's be loads going on for me; some bad, some good, and obviously some mundane in-between stuff. I'm not really sure how to cover it all in one post, so I'm going to try and be brief and hopefully post about some of these things individually (if my blogging mojo returns). Here goes:

The bad stuff. My Gran died in June; obviously that's always going to be crap, but I think my family and I were mostly relieved that she wasn't suffering any more. The last time I visited her she was very frail and weak, and I found that much more upsetting than her actual death. The funeral went smoothly and my Mum had written a brilliant eulogy. It was also lovely to catch up with my extended family, even though the circumstances were a bit rubbish. All of that, coupled with the fact that I had an extremely busy month, meant that I had a difficult week or so where my anxiety really started to creep back in. I (well, we) handled it well and got things back on track so I'm counting that as a success. Go me.

The good stuff. We went to Bournemouth, the Isle of Wight Festival, Somerset and had friends visit us (told you I'd been busy!). I got excited about our holiday plans. I booked a last minute flight to Tokyo!!! I started the summer holidays feeling very happy about my September class. I've spent this week catching up with friends (successfully) and trying to organise my life (unsuccessfully).

The summer holidays are now underway so there should be more time for me to get back into the blogging swing. Although it is looking pretty busy, so no promises... I promise I'll try, how's that?

*takes a deep breath and opens Bloglovin'*

P.S. There'll be loads of holiday posting on my Instagram if you fancy taking a look.

Did I mention that it's the summer holidays?!

Right, enough about me, how have you been?

[Update: I typed out this whole post, then Blogger went weird and deleted it. The blogging gods are clearly punishing me for my laziness.]