B and i drove out to the new ikea last night. it’s by the airport, but we weren’t sure which exit to take so i called my dad to get some directions. my dad, who’s been to ikea before me? there must have been some sun spots that day, i swear. anyway, pops told me, “well! before you go to ikea, don’t take any drugs or drink too much because it’s hard enough trying to find your way out of there as it is!” and he was right! B and i barely scratched the surface as we snaked in and out of the maze of that giant store. i’ve been to ikea before: twice in renton and once in paris, but B wanted to go because he’d never been. and he’s a swede! (incidentally one of my friends stateside pronounces it “uh-KEY-uh” and the french say “ee-key-ahh,” no accent on any syllable. we say “eye-KEY-yuh.”)
all three times i’ve been didn’t match the fun we had last night. lately i’ve been less into stuff so i wasn’t compelled to browse through the masses of stuff aisles. i’m way more into design— i actually enjoyed looking at kitchen cupboards, drawer pulls and book shelves. ikea’s designers are certainly efficient; everything has that slick, clean european look which i love. i especially like secret hideaways in cupboards and drawers; the display kitchens had plenty of those. it felt like we were at an art museum where we could touch everything.
we came out relatively clean; we bought a rag rug for the kitchen for a whopping $1.99, and i bought 3 rolls of unique wrapping paper and ribbon for cheap. on our way out we could not resist the hot cinnamon rolls and soft serve frozen yogurt, each for a buck. B almost bought some lox and had his eye on some cassis jam.
driving out to the airport got me thinking about france and how excited i am to be going. 5 days! whoohoo!