There seemed like no better way to break in the new IKEA than with a Godmother/daughters outing. Over swedish meatballs and other delicious goodies, we agreed that it was completely surreal to have an IKEA here. Where I can go back. Days in a row. Like I can get something, and decide it’s not the right thing and return it. Or decide I like it so much I need another, and go back!
Amazing.
The time went too quickly, and then they were all like, “People, we are closing. Locking up the doors. Putting the umlauts to bed.” Much too soon, it was over. But my head is already spinning with all the places in my house that I’ve been putting off decorating.
And when Crate & Barrel and the Container Store arrive on the scene? You may never see me again.