When Hubby and I lived in So. Cal. while he was finishing his MBA, we lived a few miles away from an IKEA. As luck would have it, when he did a semester abroad over in Budapest, we lived a metro ride away from another IKEA–this one was bigger and even better. It’s where we got the high chair that we put in our flat for Golfer. If you’d like to know what it looks like to walk around in a foreign country and try to read signs, link over to the Hungarian IKEA website. You’ll see why I got my first migraine after only a few weeks there! Beautiful language. Bitch to learn.
Long story short, I thought IKEA would always be there for me. I took for granted their meatball lunches, and their lingonberry jam, and their assorted bargains in their home decor departments. And then…we moved to Colorado. I didn’t know, IKEA! I had no idea you weren’t in every state.
Fast forward 2 1/2 years, a I hear that Utah has an IKEA (!!!) so I jump on my sisters graduation invitation in Provo so I can load the kids in the car and hit up the best store of all time.
And behold, I did eat the meatball lunch with the lingonberry jam. And I did drink the lingonberry soda, and eat 3 of the delish wheat rolls with butter, and I did partake in the buying of the inexpensive yet swedish made bedding.
I found a duvet cover, a quilt (reversible!), and pillows all for 1/2 the price of just one duvet cover that I had my eye on. Score! And the kids love to hang out on it because it’s so comfy! Double Score!
And…oh…what’s this? The kids are so comfy on it, they bum rush me in the middle of the night to sleep in my IKEA pimped out bed…one kidlet on either side of me.
Triple score! Everyone knows that kid sleeping noises are the most meditative of all sounds.