This post is sponsored by IKEA Stoughton, but all opinions are entirely my own!
Last weekend I went to a wedding where I contracted some sort of awful plague. As I write this, the remnants of two boxes of tissues are strewn around me, I’m binge-watching Frasier, and my throat is so hoarse I sound like a 50-year old chain smoker who just ran a mile.
But I don’t care because my Scandinavian workspace makeover is FINALLY finished.
I’ll skip the usual apologies and reasons and blah blah blah let’s just get to the pictures.
Insert squeal of delight here.
In case you missed the rest of the workspace makeover saga, I’ve already published a whole heap of embarrassing before pictures. The short version is that everything was cluttered and dysfunctional. Too little work area in one room, too large a desk in another.
Nothing a trip (or three) to IKEA can’t solve.