#ikea2014

Sometimes ugly people have really wonderful personalities. My postman isn’t doing so fabulous in either direction. The thing is,  the situation has so much potential! My post office is within walking distance… I was raised in the suburbs so the idea of walking to the post office is inherently charming. Secondly, I’m mailing off artwork in mis-shapen brown packages. Thirdly, the building is old, there’s a pretty decent mural of some past war (complete with naked indian fannies) and there’s just one window with one postman. Imagine if he were a charming old gentleman, or a rosy laughing lady. I could bake them something. Bring them coffee. Or a balloon on their birthday. Maybe if I bring my postman a balloon, he won’t ask me if I want overnight after I tell him “Nothing special.” 

But what does this have to do with Lingonberry sauce? Nothing. But aren’t you glad you know about the Indian fannies? 

On Monday, my friend and I loaded the backseat of my car with small humans and set off for Ikea. It’s a bit of a hike–3 hours or so–from here, and near family. My parents drove up from SC to babysit some of the kids, and the sister and sister-in-laws rallied to join in the fun. It was fun,tiring, profitable… messed up on only 4 exits the whole trip (!). Two wailing babies in the back, trend-setting for each other. Had coffee 4 times. 

Today, my husband asked me if I bought the whole store. Blush. Yes. 

Want to see my loot? Here’s some of it. Blush. You may enjoy Ikea vicariously through me. And vicariously gain weight on the meatballs. 

We started our day with meatballs...

We started our day with meatballs…

Lingonberry. And of course, one must always buy candles. Soon, I will host a dinner party with homemade bread and this jar of goodness.

Lingonberry. And of course, one must always buy candles. Soon, I will host a dinner party with homemade bread and this jar of goodness.

Fake sheepskin for the teepee.

Fake sheepskin for the teepee.

Soup&salad bowls. And one can never leave Ikea without at least one basket with a couple Vs and an Umlaut in the name...

Soup&salad bowls. And one can never leave Ikea without at least one basket with a couple Vs and an Umlaut in the name…

Ikea, the savior of the stained, ugly cotton comforter...

Ikea, the savior of the stained, ugly cotton comforter… (our guest-room.)

And another pillow sham...

And another pillow sham…

We squeezed a grandfather clock in our tiny living- room. Who knew.

We squeezed a grandfather clock in our tiny living- room. Who knew.

Exhausted.

Exhausted.

 

About marylekoshereillustrated

I remember pressing Silly Putty on the "Funnies" and peeling it back to see Charlie Brown printed on the putty. I remember my love of Disney animated movies. And Curious George. I remember family outings to the library and coming home with half the children's book section. And here I am, as a married woman, an adult if you will, with a fine collection of Calvin and Hobbes, Foxtrot, Peanuts, the list goes on... I've been a cartoonist (only a little one) and I've taken to creating my own children's books (yet to be published). Maybe someday a child will go to a library and come home with my artwork. Art is a beautiful thing. I feel blessed being a part of it. My work will take up a lifetime. Being an artist is inseparable from life. You're born one, like it or not. So welcome to my blog. Welcome to my world, illustrated.

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