I wrote this an age ago, but it is neither here nor there that you read it now. So, here you are:-
We have a house full of boxes.
Pale brown cardboard houses Ikea furniture in pieces, which, once formed into a piece of furniture will make our home. Two men brought the boxes and I said, “There. Leave them there.” There they stay. I leave them wholly as they are, unwilling to pull them out and stare at myriad bits that might make a sofa, a table, a bookcase or chairs. It’s not that I’m incapable of transforming a cardboard box into a useful item, merely that my Partner is much better. In order for me to compose a whole out of the parts, I would have to study the instructions laboriously. The instructions are in pictures and I am a woman of words, not of images. Over time, I am certain I could make sense of it, certain that I could understand the process, certain that I could take each step as required, methodically, and finish with a complete recognisable and stable object. Instead, I intend to retreat to the kitchen, where I do not need to study pictures. Rather, I will have whole items that I cleave apart. I will add a dash of this, a splash of that, measuring none of it. And then, I will have dinner, and perhaps even furniture on which to eat it, though the furniture will be little of my doing.
And I did retreat to the kitchen. And lo! I did make us dinner. And it was eaten but not on chairs, sitting at a table. We partook of dinner amidst almost assembled furniture. Ultimately, I did make one item of furniture (a Bekvam stool, absolutely wonderful things for we who are a wee bit on the ‘not-tall’ side) and held the end of our new, blue sofa while my Partner pieced it together. I have never been a fan of Ikea furniture (except for Bekvam stools and Ivar bookshelves) but I was most impressed at how cleverly The Great Ikea Folk deconstructed furniture into parts re-composable by complete, albeit methodical, amateurs. A month or so on and everything is still stable. Hoorah!
There are no photos to accompany this post. Two reasons:-
1. I am still a wee bit photo’ed out post bike ride; and
2. I was all excited about the camera on my (hand-me-down) i-phone and then I saw the photographs on a computer when I uploaded them to facebook and was truly horrified at how pixelated the image was. Partially my fault, yes, but also the fault of the camera itself (which is very old. I am well aware that other people take marvellous images with the i-phone camera. It appears, not I.)
Lastly, hoorah! Blog post!