But I finally have a kitchen cart!
Several friends and I ventured to the Brooklyn Ikea this weekend. And let me tell you, carrying this puppy home was not easy. But we took the water taxi and saw the Statue of Liberty. And I hauled this cart on and off and found a cab and then somehow carried all 43 pounds of it up three flights of stairs. ALL. BY. MY. LONESOME.
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very cute! also your floors look so nice. I want to see your apartment — we only see corners of it on the blog and I can’t picture the whole thing!
Awesome! Nice job assembling the brute. You are my she-ro!
I wana visit too! Then you could take a page out of Mom’s book and plan heavy-furniture-purchases around my visit 🙂