Ask anyone and they will agree that you can never make just one trip to Ikea.
I am currently in the “dammit” stage and postponing my next Ikea trip. It all started when my daughter-in-law said she wanted to take down two sets of old vertical blinds that no longer worked properly. The swivels-on-sticks didn’t swivel anymore and it had become impossible to open and close the blinds.
I offered to help find drapes to replace them and she chose very nice drapes and sheers online. They arrived last week and we agreed to put them up at the weekend. I then went about finding rods and brackets and decided they were all overpriced. It made a lot more sense to use the more affordable curtain rods available at Ikea and so I went there a few days ago to get them.
Ikea, as you know, is always located at least a half-an-hour from your home. It is also, always, a long walk through the maze of departments to get to the one you want, so you have to allow at least an hour to get through the store. I was OK with that because I’m pretty good at putting on imaginary blinders to block my peripheral vision. I can focus on only the arrows on the floors and the overhead direction signs. Well, mostly. I did take a detour through the kitchen stuff, but that’s normal, right?
When I got to the Textiles department, I easily found the rods and brackets and bought what I thought we needed; two rods, six brackets, and four end caps. Some of you are already realizing what I forgot.
Yesterday my son and daughter-in-law set about taking down the old blinds and installing the new drapes, and I did what moms are supposed to do. I wandered in and out offering suggestions that nobody actually needed. It was only after the first set of brackets were installed, the drapes were on the rod, and the rod was on the brackets that we realized my mistake. I had not bought the additional rod and holders for the sheers. Dammit.
By this time, it was late afternoon on Saturday and, when I checked with Google, the Popular Times bar chart said that Ikea was as busy as it ever gets, so I decided not to go. I figured Sunday would be just as bad, so the plan is for me to go on Monday. There are only so many families I can work my way around as I stride, single-mindedly, towards the rod holders, and I’m going to go when there are fewer people looking at Vidgas and Betydligs.
It feels like I’m heading into battle, but I can do this. And, since I’m going anyway, let me know if you need anything because I’m not going back again any time soon.