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The Ikea Pimp Lean

When Porch and I moved in together (way, way back in the spring of 2009), we outfitted our teeny-tiny one-bedroom apartment with Ikea goodness.  I think pretty much everyone who shops at Ikea knows the pressed fiberboard beauties are not meant to last a lifetime.  That being said, many of our pieces have actually held up pretty well.  We've become seasoned Ikea shoppers and realize now that we really can't justify buying anything that isn't real wood.  It just gets beat to hell in the moving process.

This dresser (Malm) has been in our guest room since we moved into this great apartment almost two years ago... and over time, it's kinda gained a pimp lean.  Majorly.  No joke, one of my tasks for this vacation day is to take everything out of this dresser so we can junk it.  I'm afraid I'm going to hear this thing come crashing down one night while we're sleeping.  And truth be told, I'm kind of excited to find something fun to replace it.  I'm all about hitting up the thrift stores and bringing something back to life if we can.  Something sturdy.  Something fun.

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These are not my best photos, but I think you can probably appreciate the fact that all of the drawers are closed and yet it looks like they're open.  It's hilarious, no doubt, but I also don't want to see the aftermath of the entire thing falling over.

Let the hunt for a replacement begin & may the odds be ever in our favor.

xoxo

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