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A quick little outing

Yesterday I spent the day in Dunedin looking at town homes. My feelings about town homes are well documented in this space, so you may know they aren’t my go-to when I’m helping folks make their living decisions. What I do love is fake food (also well documented here). So I obviously squealed with delight when we opened the door and what do I see? IMG_6440IMG_6427

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I love that the lemons in the tea have seeds. It’s this attention to detail that makes fake food so fabulous. While I was there, I snapped some pics of the tchotchkes I liked, so enjoy!

First up-lighting. Industrial/Steampunk is still having a moment and so is that horrifying macrame that we tried to kill in the 70’s. Sometimes things die because they are supposed to. So the little guy in the center, bottom row, has that jute stuff wrapped around it and frankly, all I can think about is how to dust it.

It was a quick trip, so I only have a few more. This table makes me swoon. I took a pic from the top, but the detail didn’t translate.

Pineapples are one of my favorite decorating elements and I use them whenever I can. Pineapples mean you are welcome and how can that be bad?

So, like I said, a quickie. It’s a porn site, after all.

 

 

I’ve fallen and I can’t get up.

Today’s offering is once again, about Ikea. This post has two parts to it-one whimsical and one terrifying. Clown-like terrifying.

Ivar Kamprad, the founder of Ikea, is dyslexic and things just weren’t going his way. He needed to design, distribute, and sell furniture based on his challenges, and thus, words we’ll never know have an item attached to it. Here’s what he came up with:

The bookcases are named after people or an occupation. The beds, wardrobes, and hallway furniture is named after places in Norway. The carpets named after places in Denmark. The dining tables and chairs are named after places in Finland. All bathroom stuff is named for lakes and rivers in Sweden. The remainder of their product line is named for places in Sweden. And finally – one in five Brits were conceived in an Ikea bed.

I’m going to admit that I have no idea where that last stat came from, so I can’t verify it, but I’m leaving it here because I freaking love it. This concludes your daily dose of random byclbousens and stugerflagens.

Next up is the terrifying stuff. Let me just get something out of the way first. I kinda think the whole Ikea thing is genius. You come in and the first thing is the restaurant. This seems refreshing in some way. How did they know I was hungry? Well, what they want is for me to bring my sugar levels up so I have the energy to shop. But-they give you an exit so you can escape if you’re feeling woozy.

But they LIE!! Lying liars is what they are. Everywhere you look there is an Exit sign. Here’s the problem-either there is no exit or the exit has an alarm on it, rendering it useless. Unless I set fire to it. (Another post) Please take a look and let me know if you agree:

Do you see this mess?? This is what’s waiting for you after you eat. Not a single one of these actually leads to a door you can go out of. The ones above a door?? Well, not really. The door leads to another department, so you’re really leaving one place of madness and slipping into another. Not a single one of these photos is a duplicate. They are everywhere. But they go nowhere. Clowns.