A little less than a couple of weeks ago, the Mr. and I had a two-day shopping spree in (given how much time and money we spend there) what must be our favorite place in the world: Ikea. The goal was to buy some sort of storage system for the lounge. We gave this considerable thought as anyone who’s ever shopped at Ikea will understand – the choices there are practically endless. (It’s why they have a restaurant. You show up, walk around the showroom on the top level, feel overwhelmed, and need refreshments – stat!)
Anyway, we decided on Ikea’s Besta series as it could serve as concealed storage for the stuff we don’t want people to see, as well as a way of displaying things we do want to people to see. Like all of our nifty alcohol bottles. Seriously. We have a bazillion bottles of whisky after living in Scotland for 5 1/2 years.
So, behold the magnificence that is Besta:
And here are a few other photos of how the flat is coming along:
We’re thinking about buying another smaller version of Besta for the wall of the lounge next to the door to the office/guest room as we’ve come to the realization we have quite a few CDs and DVDs, and we don’t particularly like having them on display. So we’ll probably reorganize what’s on display if we do get another unit.
And you may notice the naked woman (or at least her top half) in the photo to the right. Yes, the naked ladies are still with us. The Mr.’s grandfather was a talented artist and I like quite a bit of his work, but the almost life-sized portraits of the four seasons as big-breasted, bare-crotched women have become the bane of my decorating efforts. I mean, what the heck does one do with four enormous portraits of naked women?! (If you’re the Mr., you hang them in your entrance hallway so it’s the first thing a prospective girlfriend sees when she’s visiting your flat the first time. But that’s another story….)