Today was a big day in my life. Today I felt like a real grown-up. Because today, for the first time in my life, I bought a wardrobe. I don’t think I ever spent this amount of money on anything yet (even though many others probably don’t think it’s that much). If you wonder where I stored my clothes the past 9 years after moving out: there were mostly built-in wardrobes in my rooms. In Sweden, that’s a pretty common thing.
I bought a Pax from Ikea. I’ve been wanting to do that for months, maybe years. I’ve longed for this piece of furniture ever since I moved in here. But buying a Pax is not something you just do. I planned four Paxes online, took stock of my clothes, measured my room (too small!) and – most importantly contacted my Paxexperts. My Paxexperts are Ilka and Anthony, my friends who have five metres of Pax that they built up themselves, something I deeply admire them for. They were so nice to meet me at Ikea and help me choose and plan, adviced and calmed me (“Will 100 cm of storage for bed lines really be enough?!” “Helen, that’s a lot. You will be fine.”) and they assisted me in downsizing so much that I could take away 50 centimetres. I was so glad to have them with me because not only to they know more (like that if you, like me, persist in getting hinge doors, you can only put baskets in the lowest part) but they also helped me deciding, something I am really bad at because which door handles should one get?
When you plan your Pax at Ikea, you can name your project. Somehow it was impossible to log out again so everyone who used the same computer after me had their projects named “Helen’s Pax!” which was a bit funny when they printed it and showed it to the shop assistant.
I still wonder why the Ikea wardrobe system is called Pax. In Swedish, att paxa or pax på means to reserve the right for something. But I think that maybe this Ikea name is exception from the rule that Ikea names are Scandinavian. I think it might be Latin. Pax. Peace. Peace in the wardrobe.
After the Pax purchase, I attended the Crayfish Party Ikea hosts for its partners every year. We don’t have company parties or a Christmas staff party so this is kind of our thing. It quickly got very late and I ate half a crayfish as every year. I really try again each year but I just don’t like it. I love all the rest of a Crayfish Party though so I even signed up for the Swedish Association’s tomorrow. Let’s see if I can get away with not cracking little red tails and not sucking claws…
Del 2 i random-citat-samlingen:
20 minuter efter lunchpaus: “När är det fika?” “Halv tre but I like your thinking”.
“Han har ett enda intresse angivit på Tinder och det är Techniker Krankenkasse, han får ett megalike!”
“Det är för varmt. Jag lider faktiskt lite. Mina lår mår inte bra just nu. Jag är som en kamin!”