a couple of weeks ago, in preparation for george, kat and i went to ikea. if you have never been to ikea, then you are missing out. this place has every type of home and office furnishing imaginable - including very trendy pieces!
at any rate, we ended up purchasing this item, which we are using to hang george’s clothes. now, while the price was extremely reasonable (almost too reasonable), there is a catch. the catch is this…you…have…to…put…it…together…yourself!
so, i get it home and take apart the box it comes in and find the bag which holds the directions. i begin reading the directions and the 3 “worst” words ever written in the existence of mankind are in bold at the top of the page…some assembly required.
as i lay out the pieces that i am to use to assemble this closet, i was suddenly getting this awful feeling. you know the feeling. the feeling you get when realize you are way over your head!
i had this horrid image in my mind, as i reluctantly put the closet together - an image of a obtusely shaped closet, with only three legs instead of four.
so, after spending 30 minutes (i’m lying, it was more like an eternity) putting this closet together…i realized after finishing, that i truly am the master of closet building!
i only had 9 screws, three bolts, and one oddly shaped acrylic glass piece left (which was labeled “important”). not bad, huh?
i don’t know about you, but i’m not gifted in the area of “assembly” management. are you?
