I’ve started moving furniture into my new room. Progress seems slow to me, I want to twitch my nose and have it all in place, but alas there is no magic genie here. I went down to Vancouver last weekend and spent most of an afternoon getting lost in Ikea. I emerged with two Stenstorp kitchen islands, one blue Raskog cart and a variety of boxes and such. And so assembly started shortly after I got home.
I assembled the bases for the islands/workbenches myself. Then I called my multi-talented assistant to help attach the tops (and tighten screws for me).
Our trusty supervisor kept a safe distance. She’s been a little anxious about all the change and strange smells.
I had to assemble my cart while waiting for my assistant to be available. I makes me happy, even empty. I’ll fill it up after I have all my furniture in place.