04 September 2013

#IWSG: IKEA: There and Back Again

We arrived before the store opened.

At IKEA, that is.


It may have been the least-stressful time I've ever spent in an IKEA.

I love IKEA, but come on. If you don't question your life decisions at least once and have at least two shouting matches over bed frames or tea lights, are you sure you're in IKEA? Well, at least a few serious disagreements and at least one child meltdown. (Does not have to be your child. Any child in the vicinity counts.)

What helped is that (1) I was the only one actually shopping and therefore there were no real negotiations required, (2) I had a list of things I wanted to look at, and (3) we arrived before the store opened.

I might almost go so far as to use the word ... pleasant...except it's just so damn big, you end up tired at the end, even in the best scenario.

Sometimes when I look at their laid-out displays, it does make me think
“In a hole in the ground there lived a hobbit. Not a nasty, dirty, wet hole, filled with the ends of worms and an oozy smell, nor yet a dry, bare, sandy hole with nothing in it to sit down on or to eat: it was a hobbit-hole, and that means comfort.”
I wonder what Tolkien would think of IKEA.

Bag End. Photo by Rob Chandler, 2006 (source Wikimedia Commons)

Somehow, I can't see Bilbo Baggins furnishing his home with BILLY bookcases.

But maybe Frodo?




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You may think I'm reaching a little on this one, but I've always thought that one's environs are important, even for -- or perhaps particularly for -- the writing process. Everybody has to have things a certain way, except of those few who manage to write anywhere the heck they are. (We all hate those people.)

So one thing I've been working on lately is putting my space together.

Last year, I did a short-running feature called Garret Tour Tuesday, in which I featured the writing spaces of several writer buddies, some of whom I know in what we call Real Life, and some of whom remain strictly blogosphere-buds. Here are those posts. You may recognize some people such as our very own Alex J. Cavanaugh, fearless leader of insecure writers everywhere; Cherie Reich, the ever prolific; and perhaps my current favorite poet, Jen Campbell, collector of weird things customers say in bookshops.

Well I've spilled the beans that my currently-in-progress space is going to be sporting some IKEA. I have in fact just got a desk set up. What things do you like in your writing space? Do you think Bilbo could have written There And Back Again on an IKEA desk, or do you suppose Rivendell is an environs absolute?




This post is in participation with hundreds of insecure writers who dedicate the first Wednesday of every month to post about insecurities: doubts and fears that we have or have conquered. Check out the Insecure Writer's Support Group for more information and a list of the other participating writers.