Goin' to Ikea . . . gonna buy me a lot o' seatin'.

Yessiree, I, Annalea the furniture-less, am going to make the journey down to Ikea and pick out my living room. As Vern said yesterday, "Spending the day at Ikea with all the kids sounds like a perfect hell to me." So, he's keeping them home (and will be working on Saturday to make up the time), while BabyB and I go down and shop 'til I drop. I can't tell you how long I've been waiting for this. (Well, I could, but it wouldn't have quite the same ring to it. ;o)

I'm thinking this one:

And this one (even though the photo looks flabby):

And this one:

And one of these:

(I really hope I can get an ottoman cover to match, instead of that bland beige)

And maybe one of these:

Or one of these:

And a few of these:


One of those last two options is going to be my very own early-morning reading and knitting station downstairs. I have wanted a corner to myself, with a chair and table for such a long, long time. :o)

I just looooooove Ikea. And shopping. Have I mentioned lately that I love shopping? (For anything but clothing, that is. If you know of a good source for women's plus size workout clothing, I'd love to know!)

And now, I'm off to nap some, before BabyB and the munchkins wake up . . . if I can, that is . . .