Last night I braved one of my top-10 new-singlehood terrors.
I went to Ikea. Alone.
I was determined to remain focused in my objective: to buy a hat/clothes stand.
But how could anyone avoid the temptation of a dotty mouse pad and shower curtains, scented candles and hot pink kids' stools?
I put on the Girlie Melancholia playlist, and weaved through young couples shopping for home storage solutions and $0.99 plates.
I survived it. Despite running into an old friend who curiously eyed the 2m radius around me (for sight of any company, I'm assuming), and warned that I am 'starting to look worn'. Fab.
*
She wishes that she could make it better for you.
To take that weight off your shoulders and mind;
Let you put your feet up on the ottoman; enjoy the wine and cheese.
*
Weekends with little nephew and cuddles is great for the spirits.
You wouldn't believe it if I told you.
*