Trolley Dolley.

I have a big project coming up soon, so had to visit the Mother Ship (IKEA) to pick up supplies. I realised too late I still don’t have a car (still), and had already started to experience the oh-my-gawd-how-on-earth-am-I-ever-gonna-get-this-home-I-want-to-die-sweats, when I realised this was the perfect excuse, and the only one I needed, to finally get me one of these!

I’ve been wanting one for SO LONG, but have just been struggling to justify the investment (GBP 9 for a super useful trolley feels like a stretch, but SEK 1600 for a pair of boots feels like a bargain! It’s all a matter of perception). I skipped to the tills (in said boots), and this beauty was soon mahn ahll mahn. I loaded her up, like so:

And off I went, like so:

Now you’re all probably wondering what it was I bought, and what I am using it for, but I’m not telling! Soon enough I shall reveal it all on here. For now, all I can say is that I am absolutely thrilled with my trolley. I’ve named her Dolley.

Dolley, I have a feeling this is the beginning of a beautiful friendship.

(bonus points to anybody who can tell me what film that line is from – answers in comments please!)