So we went to Ikea and got a few things to use up the last square inch of space in my cupboard - i.e. the wall. I got a couple of long rails, as you can see my Martha Stewart border punches fit nicely along the top one, and on the second one I hung all these little pots to take things I use all the time - scissors, glue dots, pens etc etc. Then I had a lightbulb moment and bought a towel holder to slot ribbon spools onto. Of course, when they were on, the rails no longer slide together, but it is in a corner and works just fine. I have space for another one to take the rest of my ribbon, but of course this one was the last one in stock. So I am pretty well set up now, and it works very well as a space for me.I hate the whole Ikea experience though, I know it's clever marketing, but I really dislike following those arrows, feel like Dorothy following the yellow brick road. My dear husband is not a shopper at all, hates it in fact, and had never been to Ikea before. 'Look at the prices' I marvelled, wondering how they could produce a wooden shelf for £1, 'I know' he replied, shaking his head in amazement 'it's terrible how expensive everything is these days'. If we do go shopping together in our town, he asks which shops we are going to, 'well, we need to go to Boots, then Dixons, then House of Frazer..........' it's all written down on a scrap of paper that he tucks into his pocket. Then when I deviate from the path, as I always do 'oh, must just pop into M & S' ......................... he whips out the list and says triumphantly 'IT'S NOT ON THE LIST' ............... as if that will stop me, he should know better by now.
