Mr B was kind enough to brave IKEA with me this week. He’sactually been in their store before, so I was glad to have him there because I would have gotten lost in there and I probably wouldn’t have emerged until sometime next year with 8 McMansions worth of shit.
Because he was a pilot in a previous incarnation of himself, it was entertaining to watch him driving the IKEA buggy. Did y’al know that all 4 wheels on IKEA shopping carts rotate? Mr B kept giving the cart a great push with a bit of a twist on it and the cart would just go flying up the aisle spinning in circles. To be honest, I’m a bit surprised that we didn’tget kicked out.
We now have all of the light fixtures for the house. Rude Ass will be installing them sometime really soon. I’ve stashed a few of them until after Sunshine finishes the walls, because they’ll be in his way if I have them hung now.
It was exciting just putting the cartons inside; I’ll probably piss my pants when they’re actually hanging from the ceiling.
I wanted black or blue or even metal finishes on my lights but went with white to match the switches and outlets. It wasn’t the hill I wanted to die on (that hill still looms ahead in the form of kitchen counters).
The three pendants hanging over the kitchen peninsula each require three bulbs.
There is a spotlight to shine on whatever Sunshine decides to hang over the fireplace; it requires three bulbs.
My four track lights in the kitchen and living room each require four bulbs.
My bathroom has a 3 bulb track light going in.
I hope I have enough light in the house. (Yes, that was sarcasm.)
Final note: all of the bulbs throughout the house will be LED, so using that many bulbs isn’t as obscene as it sounds. I wouldn’t want the electric bill that went with that many incandescent bulbs (or, heaven forbid, halogen).