Abigail M. Schilling

I'm on vacation this week. My office is closed, my company is totally shut down and I have nothing to do but sit around and wait for the mail to come. I, of course, haven't been doing this. I only wait for the mail to come when I'm actually expecting something and in this day and age of online tracking I always know EXACTLY when everything is going to arrive.

One thing I've tried really hard not to do while sitting around doing nothing is shopping. No shopping for Abigail this week. I spent more than I had at Christmas time (just ask the bank) and at Thanksgiving I vowed to myself to drop the shopping habit for Advent. I also hate people so going anywhere near a store, post office, or public restroom has been out of the question.

Things were going well until today. Today, Wednesday, Two Days After Christmas, was the day I would venture into public again and what better way to do it than with a trip to IKEA!

IKEA stole my soul, per usual.

One flaarkjen after another, I slowly but surely started breaking down. Cinnamon roll and Flogsburtongin coffee for $1.25? Sure! A flour sifter for $2? Sure! Some more burlap! Always.

The real point of the trip was to explore wardrobe and/or closet options. I feel in love with a certain line of closet pieces. It spoke to me. Really. When I stepped inside the closet I could hear the ocean. And! IKEA wanted to give me a credit card to help pay for the Urgstigne closet! Okay, IKEA!

The only thing that saved me from certain credit death was my inability to decide. Do I get this armoire or this TV stand that I could convert or this very very very hot wardrobe closet piece? And the rest of this room as well?

As I patiently wait for Judas' kiss from a certain wardrobe closet piece, I'm plugging away at the end-of-the-year card project. Please email me your address if you want one!