Getting there was easy enough. Picking out the chairs and cushions was fairly painless as well. Finding the random kitchen gadgets you didn't even know you wanted, that was fun. But when it came to deciding on which type of plant to buy, that's where we started to hit a wall. We eventually found our little green plant after begging an Ikea employee to help us translate the care instructions. It wasn't until we finally made it to the corridors of corrugated boxes and started loading up our flatbed cart, that we realized that the return trip home might be more of a challenge than we were imagining. The goods included: two chairs, two chair cushions, one foot stool, one foot stool cushion, one potted plant, two home organizers and miscellaneous kitchen 
items. We had the good sense to pack the world's largest Ikea shopping bag (left for our use by the apartment owners) to handle the bulky cushions, a sturdy plastic shopping bag for the random goods and a small wheeled cart, folded up and transported in Scott's messenger bag, for the big boxes. Now, this is where I need to profusely thank my former co-worker (thanks, Mike!) who gave me this little cart for trade show use a few years back. Since we don't have a car here, the cart was a back- and time-saver.
While it became a very smooth operation by the end of the trip, we had to stop every so often to adjust, readjust or reallocate the weight. Another special thanks to two women who both were wearing dresses and carrying their own bags, but still stopped to help us lift the cart loaded with boxes onto the train. Don't know why, but the second train we had to take was extremely packed. Scott claims he got a few dirty looks as we tried to squeeze on board with the cart and boxes, but somehow it seemed to work out, and thankfully a lot of the crowd dispersed just as we needed to exit.
items. We had the good sense to pack the world's largest Ikea shopping bag (left for our use by the apartment owners) to handle the bulky cushions, a sturdy plastic shopping bag for the random goods and a small wheeled cart, folded up and transported in Scott's messenger bag, for the big boxes. Now, this is where I need to profusely thank my former co-worker (thanks, Mike!) who gave me this little cart for trade show use a few years back. Since we don't have a car here, the cart was a back- and time-saver.
While it became a very smooth operation by the end of the trip, we had to stop every so often to adjust, readjust or reallocate the weight. Another special thanks to two women who both were wearing dresses and carrying their own bags, but still stopped to help us lift the cart loaded with boxes onto the train. Don't know why, but the second train we had to take was extremely packed. Scott claims he got a few dirty looks as we tried to squeeze on board with the cart and boxes, but somehow it seemed to work out, and thankfully a lot of the crowd dispersed just as we needed to exit.
After a quick bus trip up the hill we loaded the tiny elevator in our building. It was a very tight squeeze, but we made it up in one trip. We felt pretty proud of ourselves back at the apartment. Pulling off such a stunt on foot felt like quite an amazing feat. Makes the chairs feel that much more comfortable, too.
2 comments:
I knew eventually you would use that cart!
makes me think of when we went to we fest and stopped at the outlet mall, meeting you and erica back at the car and you two saying "uh, guys, we bought a lot of pillows!' and how hard we laughed the rest of the way home with the car so full cindy and i couldn't see each other in the back seat!!!
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