It’s official. There are no bookcases in Australia to match the two I already have from Ikea. Fuck it.
Besides being supremely pissed off because they have them in the bloody catalogue, I decided I would have to rethink my approach; plus I’m too friggin impatient to wait the however long it would take to get the bookcases in because the staff are unbelievably clueless.
Anyways. I settled on the same colour (very important), similar depth and height (a must cos I’m a symmetry kinda gal and will be getting two of them in the long run), and ability to fit in the available space (I’m running out of wall space fast!).
Boris: Well, we got here at 9am like we were told. You gotta work all that crap out with the boss.