I'm currently searching for furniture for my room. I don't know how I lived for to months without a wardrobe . . . I think that's what my dad thinks too, because a few days ago, he came with a huge bunch of indian guys (according to my maid) in the middle of the night to move two of the most disgusting wardrobes into my room while I was asleep in it. I did not wake up, despite there being lots of shoving and heaving. A testament to my powers of detachment.
Anyway, now I'm panicking that these wardrobes might slowly be accepted by me, in time, therefore in a very mature, leisurely manner I ran to Ikea the very next day looking for a damn good displacement.
I chose the best one I could find. Hopen, it's called . . . and it fits into corners, wow.
I'm still a little undecided about the table, though.
1 comments:
Warliau! You don't have a wardrobe???? What did you do instead, stick your clothes up on the wall with blutac?
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