As I wore my pink, and he wore his blue, I said in that sarcastic voice: isn’t this some return to heteronormativity?
2 laundry baskets (in matching wicker)
1 Popsicle maker (in pink lemonade colors)
1 glass jar for oats (for post-run meals)
6 organizers for underwear (based on style and occasion)
4 lint roller refills (for wearing nice clothes)
1 suction cup soap ledge (so he smells like man-soap, and I don’t)
(because its time.)
Do you have any fun date night rituals?
I love going to ikea. I love wandering the meticulously put together fake rooms. The shiny brand-new never-used kitchens. I like fantasizing about couches and futons, beds and pillows, giant wall-sized prints and mirrors of epic size. I like sitting in swivel chairs and spinning around. I like sitting in lounge chairs and staring up at the silver twisty-turny pipes of that warehouse turned make-believe. And, I like that post-ikea cinnamon roll. That unnecessary reward for saving 50% on home goods.