My shoes were on the floor yesterday. Then my mom and I went to IKEA, and some hours later shoes were on wall instead! Those hours inbetween included
- getting lost, and being naughty by walking against the arrow marks on the floor
- eating Swedish meatballs and chocolate pudding
- forgetting our free coffee
- discussing whether the cashier was flirting with me or not
- explaining to a drunk guy why I did not want to help him call his wife in India
- feeling a bit guilty about not helping drunk guy with love
- and then finally balancing in my stairway equipped with only half of the tools needed – arguing about millimeters, and agreeing upon what I should write on my Christmas wish list (electric drill at the top)
It was very liberating getting the shoes away from the floor – and I am ready to stick scarves and hats and all sorts of things to the wall now. Hanging stuff up on walls is an idea I got from my ex-flatmate Jenni and her “capmania”:
Jenni is quite excited about stuff on walls too :)