Ikea. In Style.
Oh wait, we’re not that classy. But doesn’t the suited-up boyfriend fit right into the Ikea warehouse?
Ok, ok. Enough funny business. Only I would want to go to Ikea en route to a wedding. Don’t laugh – it’s worth it to avoid making a separate trip in DC traffic! And I had to get some shelves so I could do this:
Details to follow. And if you’re curious? I did not wear those flip-flops to the wedding. I donned some killer 4-inch heels that destroyed my feet. No pain, no gain, right?