So, in continuing with my exciting weekend, Kristen and I drove up to College Park, MD on Saturday to spend the majority of the weekend with Beth. Beth has swank new digs in College Park. They are especially swank because she lives within walking distance to an IKEA. Ikea happens to be one of my favorite stores ever. My fascination with Ikea is hard to explain. Everything about them is so cute, so efficient, and so very Swedish.
After getting our dinner of Swedish meatballs and lingonberry jam, we set out to explore the Ikea for awhile, pretending that each room setup was our own, mentally decorating our future apartments.
For instance, would I have this whiteboard in my future home, advocating for the preservation of bees?
Would my friends and I lounge on this comfortable lawn chairs on our porches in the spring and summer?
Would we read books about Proust in Swedish?
Would Beth come over to my place on Friday nights to sit in my wicker chair that is awkwardly placed in my future living room and growl at me sexily?
I don't know the answer to any of these questions. But I do know one thing. I want a swank-ass circular bed.
Maybe, in my future apartment, we would have these cute martini glasses, and gather for cocktails after work.
We would probably drink these cocktails while watching some movie like 'Becoming Jane', because, well...we're women.
But we'd look sexy while we watched it, on someone's cute little bed that could easily double as a couch.
Or maybe instead we would recline on a chair like this, drinking tea.
Most likely though, we'd get fed up with Jane Austen pretty easily, and instead pop in an old favorite like The Emperor's New Groove. Come on, it's a classic!
If there's one thing a visit to Ikea does for me though, is it makes me want to move to Sweden slightly. I mean, everything just seems so much better in Sweden. Don't let this expose from The Daily Show tell you otherwise!
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I LOVE this post. Brilliant.
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