Let's face it... Ikea is not the solution to the "big box" problem. It's a prime contributor but somehow the fact that they can get away with calling a chair a SKRUVSTA and there are swedish meatballs practically leaping from the high (and fashionably lit) ceilings... they TRICK you into thinking that they are better than say, the dimly lit, halfways cheerful door greeters at that other
So... what happened was, I woke up this morning completely uninspired by yet another gray day and thought, "I need BOLD PRINTS!" and "I have to run my hands through 310 thread count!" and "I have to test my sanity by chasing a moody, yet loveable two year old through the danger trap that is Ikea's SHOWROOM" the chocolate... oh- and the Lingonberry juice was kind of a draw too.
See- I get in these "spaces" in my mind where I just, I don't know... I just stop "seeing" things and "feeling" things and suddenly I feel all gray and lonely and unsatisfied and uninspired and THAT's when I know I need to go to Ikea. And although it isn't my goal to spend (but I usually do) I really just need that "Swedish life far surpasses American life and we'll prove it with our lampshades" kick in the pants. And, well... they have Lingonberry juice.
So what exactly does Ikea fill in my half empty soul? Eye candy, cheap and juicy duvets and... oh- did you happen to notice that they had Swedish Meatballs? It's a good thing...