In order to get to the party wall, we first had to demolish the built-in wardrobes in the middle bed room. Not a big deal as we both hate them with a passion. These things were L shaped with tiny shelves and rails that were at near ceiling height. Totally impractical unless you are part giraffe. Before we could get rid of this monstrosity we needed an alternative place to store our clothing, linens, and towels.
Dante was wrong. Hell is actually Yellow & Blue and is full of people pushing prams and carrying large boxes full of flat packed mdf and for some strange reason, palm trees. Yes, its Ikea. Personally I'd rather live in a box under Southwark bridge than spend an hour in Swedish Hades, but needs must.
Dante was wrong. Hell is actually Yellow & Blue and is full of people pushing prams and carrying large boxes full of flat packed mdf and for some strange reason, palm trees. Yes, its Ikea. Personally I'd rather live in a box under Southwark bridge than spend an hour in Swedish Hades, but needs must.
After much measuring and changing of minds we settled on these. We bought 3. A pair for the master bedroom, which until now had no wardrobe space, and one to replace the smelly useless built in one. With the first 2 in place, we can now have fun ripping out the old built-in unit in the spare room.
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