Self snapped this week as Magoo and I entered the holy grail of Ikea.
In full view of the general public.
Luckily Magoo hasn't quite realised that there should be an element of shame associated with his curious "Why you doin' camera, Mum?"
I love a trip to Ikea
- for nothing
(which translates to a minimum of napkins and some useful/pretty little thing)
or for something
(which translates to a whole room overhaul, overloaded car and explanation to Hubby).
I was disciplined this time -
(2 plates, 1 block of chocolate, 0 napkins and a fantastic catch up with a bestie),
but I intend to take my trusty
pack-horse Hubby back before the week's end.
One whiff of swedish meatballs and he'll be flatpack toting putty in my hands!
Linking with My Mummy Daze and Fi's 52 Week Project.
P.S. Hair appoinment in t-6 days. Help is on the way, soldier.