So. It turns out, I'm nesting. But I refuse to blame this entirely on pregnancy. I've always loved organization, despite what my overstuffed-with-stuff apartment looks like (let's just say these photos of our place are really flattering). Given a blank check and some more time off of work, I'd fill my shelves with boxes and organizers and happily alphabetize files, books, and spices all day.
I took most of a day off work last week so that Nick and Dan and I could go to the Brooklyn (Red Hook) Ikea. There, with some early Christmas money from generous relatives, I bought a large shelving unit and many organizational accoutrements. The shopping endeavor naturally left our party famished, and we stopped for lunch in the Ikea cafeteria before heading home.
Yum! I had potato, broccoli, and cheese croquettes served with macaroni and cheese. The guys had Swedish meatballs with potatoes and lingonberry preserves. Dan threw in a few extra pieces of garlic toast, and we all had lingonberry soda (my favorite part of the meal). I suspect Ikea is at the top of the cafeteria food game. Everything was clean, the food was delicious and comforting, and the prices were dirt cheap (Dan and I spent just over $11 for the two of us). I think I might make eating there -- I mean organizing my apartment -- a more regular habit.
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