I was a busy girl this weekend. And not with knitting as I should have been.

I had a new bed delivered and to my surprise, they showed up at 9am on Saturday. Normally I would have been awake and happy. This time I was hungover and not happy about having 5 seconds notice to throw on clothes.

(disclaimer: At the time, wearing the hat and glasses seemed like a good idea. So did taking a picture.)

But the guys got my new bed set up and since I was awake, I went ahead and made the bed with my new linens and was happy.

Then I walked in to find this:

This boy can shed the fur. You can so much as look at him and fur cascades off of him. It’s scary. This prompted a Sunday morning trip to Ikea. I figured that with a bed that was no longer sitting on the floor, I needed a bedside table and some kind of duvet cover to at least try to hide the black cat fur that will inevitably occur.

For a busy absolutely slammed Sunday morning (Are these people immune to St. Patrick’s Day/Green Beer hangovers??? I had been banking on green beer hangovers to make my trip painless.) I got in and out in almost an hour. I was pleased. But we all know that with Ikea, part of why its so cheap is that you put everything together yourself.

And so, with a lot of this:

and a little of this:

We eventually got to this:

Which led to this:

and will mean that I can now spend the rest of my afternoon doing this: