Because nothing — nothing — says, “Christmas Eve”, like Ikea does.
It was a glorious, calm and quiet moment in Ikea. Hands down, the calmest, emptiest Ikea trip. Ever.
I was trying to go for a Vanna White-ish presentation of the armoire, but … um yeah … not happening. I tell ya, People, there is nothing that makes me more desperate to throw out all my shit asap and redecorate while simultaneously organizing my life like a trip to Ikea.
That Ikea is so sneaky like that. It’s so great at saying, “look at how fabulous this non lived in make believe room is!” so that what you hear in your head is, “and look how crappy yours is in comparison!”.
But still. I go anyway. Because Ikea does inspire me. That and The BF and I are gearing up to co-habitate {did I spell that right?} up in this hizzouse. Well, not this hizzouse, per say, but a hizzouse. Ok, you get what I’m saying.
Yes. It’s happening. And I’m all, “omg, must have amazing looking place right away!” and have these grand DIY visions that are 99% unrealistic, but I like to dream. Because let’s be clear – Toolbelt Diva, I’m not. Oh, how I loved that show.
Anyway. I thought Ikea would help me, and it did, but I think it overwhelmed me more. It didn’t help that both TC and Maman were with me. So the whole thing went something like this :
Me: “ooooh! I LOVE THIS. It will BE PERFECT!”
Maman : “Honey, it’s wonderful! I LOVE it, too!”
TC : “I’ll be God damned, that’s a HORRIBLE idea and I KNOW because I AM A WORLD CLASS DECORATOR.”
Fifteen minutes into this adventure, it was clear this was going to be the entire theme, so instead of getting annoyed, I just gave in. I succumbed.
Therefore, the entire time we were there was like constant entertainment. That’s what happens with TC. He’s an entertainer by nature. Which kinda fits his lawyerness, because lawyers do have to entertain and move people … at some level.
So I put up with him sprawled out on beds and couches, “just to test and make sure it really is built to accommodate big boned people.” The whole thing was hysterical.
Meanwhile, I tried to push out of my over active brain the fact that The BF and I are moving into our new and first home together {!!!!!!!!!!!!!!} in less than A MONTH. These are the kinds of things that fill me with panic, but I’m at least self aware enough to know that I might as well not get stressed about it now nor try to pack shit up till about five days before.
Besides, we all know I’m not the one who will be doing the heavy lifting. That’s what I have Brother for.
But what really gets me, is this deep wanting to have everything perfect immediately. When I can think of few things, if anything, that is ever like that.
This is what happens to us Taurus’, we want to move in and organize the F out every single thing and have all that stuff nicely tucked away. We’re big on having lovely, warm, inviting, well organized homes.
I need to just be focused on enjoying the process of this … and of creating a space and a home together with The BF, even though I know I’m going to want to decide on every paint color, and I probably will. But I’ll remember to ask for his opinion. How thoughtful of me, I know.
While Ikea was the latter part of my day, the earlier part was spent … relaxing. Meaning : a nice long walk with Brother and B.
Am I weird that my ultimate idea of relaxation and rejuvenation is movement? It totally is. I crave it everyday and pretty much everyday, I’m out with B. Moving. Breathing. Re-centering. Not worrying.
I lose myself in our walks. Nothing seems to bother me. The world goes quiet and I can make sense of all the things I can’t make sense of otherwise.
As we started off on this walk, we were stopped down the street by a woman who gave me the above wreath. I was so touched! It was def one of those Hallmark Channel Christmasy moments that warmed my heart and brought back my love and faith in the entire world.
Funny how these small gestures have this affect on me, but they do. It’s like an entire representation for me of The Universe. And I guess, in a way, it is.
Reminding me, see how easy it can be. This kindness and giving and love and reaching out. Manifestation, piece of cake! Or, wreath, in this matter.
This exchange was radiating off of me, and as we continued on our way, stopped at a light, waiting to cross the street — another perfectly in synch moment — as one of my friends came driving by.
It was even more perfect that it wasn’t a place I’d ever suspect to run into her, considering she doesn’t live all that close by.
The Universe speaks. All things in perfect order. A lot of times it doesn’t feel this way, but today … today I’m brought back to remembering that it is.
Merry Christmas Eve, People.