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!).
With some, umm, assistance, I put the shelf together yesterday:
Boris: Well, we got here at 9am like we were told. You gotta work all that crap out with the boss.
Boris: That’s the problem with flat packs. Too much f’n cardboard.
Feliks: Found the parts, man. Who’s got the tools?
Boris: The hammer’s over here.
Boris: The taste quality of this stuff is shit.
Feliks & Boris: *smoko*
Feliks: Yeah. The level’s good this end.
Boris: A little to the left!
Feliks: Nice one, mate. Looking good.
Boris: Stick a fork in me. I’m done.
My new YA bookcase.
I’m happy… for now. 🙂
Kris + Books = Good. *Sometimes*. 
Just thinkin’ Sissy…You have really milked my rush to emergency haven’t you?Have you done any work this past week?Just thinkin’ that’s all…
Don’t be making fun of it, Mumma. You scared the beegeezus out of me and the baby brother.Plus, of course, I’ve worked. I’ve read for and done reviews for Wave and other… stuff. That counts.
Aww, they’re so cute.I was in IKEA the other day – would have been funny if our paths crossed and we never knew it!I need a new desk, but of course the ones I liked were far too expensive and the Swedish love of order caused me to break out in hives.
Ah, to have cats that actually take an interest in what you are doing.Elliot the evil cat is getting too old to be bothered with all that any more. She might come and watch from a distainful distance but that would be it. Not that she’s talking to me at the moment after yesterday’s vet visit…sigh.Anyway, the shelves look great. I don’t have shelves any more. I have drawers and boxes. When the loft finally gets converted I shall have a whole new room to put up bookcases and then I can finally bring all my Pratchetts down from storage.
Not bad, not bad. Looks pretty close. I find the problem with Ikea is they change designs and lines all the time, so unless you buy everything all at once the odds of finding the same line 6 months or a year later is slim. I need a book shelf too but don’t have one to match it too so I can start from scratch. I need a strong manly man to carry it in for me and put it together. Any idea where I can get me one of those? 😉
I need a strong manly man to carry it in for me and put it togetherFor shame, Tam! That’s 30 years of feminism down the pan in that remark. *g* Guess who has to put the flat-pack stuff together in my house? Yes, me. My ‘manly’ man isn’t particularly manly, so it’s always left up to me.
Sean, if you were there on Thursday about 1-1.30pm, I was the biggish girl with long hair who looked like she was on a mission and was conning staff to help her lift a friggin heavy flatpack on to her trolley. 🙂 Good times! You’re right though it would’ve been weird. *g*Desks. Ikea desks are way too small. How anyone can be that neat and not want to spread their stuff out is beyond me.
Well, their interest was definitely entertaining, Jen. Suprisingly the putting together was done with a whole lot less swearing this time round. I think I was too busy laughing at the kittens. :)Poor Elliot. I hope she’s okay and starting to acknowledge your presence.Oooh, a whole room filled with bookcases. I have a dream…
Thanks Tam. My baby brother arrived right at the end (of course) and was asked for his opinion. He took a quick look over the couch from where he was sitting on the couch.BB: Looks good.K: You didn’t even look properly.BB: Yes, I did.K: No, you didn’t. Look again.BB: *exaggerates looking all over shelves* It looks really good okay… and will look even better once you get the second one for the other end.K: Fucker.Brothers! Hmpf.Tam, two words for you, sweetie. Delivery and teenager. The Gods created delivery for such times and teenagers were meant to do shit jobs around the house. P’shaw on manly men. 🙂
But manly men are so much purtier to look at than teenagers (well, I shouldn’t be looking at those LOL). And my teenager? HAHAHAHAHAHAJenre: Feminism, schmeminism. I’m basically lazy but I’ll be honest, with my ex, I did it all anyway, so life hasn’t really changed. Sigh.
What a cute post! Love the cats hard at work.
They ARE cute… sometimes… usually when they’re sleeping… *sigh*
I just want you to know that I am jealous as hell of your bookcases! ^_^
I've actually added two more of the same bookcases since then, Anesthezea.
My wall – and life – are now complete. LOL.