We did something a little wacky on Saturday. We rented a U-Haul trailer, drove to the IKEA store in Chicago, and came back home that night with seating for five.
I've never been to IKEA and had no expectations. We knew want we wanted and went there to buy it. Looking back, it feels like some kind of crazy tour of Willy Wonka's Chocolate Factory. We went in and, somehow, found our way back out with four carts full of furniture and a Swedish candy bar...wondering "What the hell was that?"
Have you ever been to IKEA? Did you follow the arrows? Did you, like any normal person, have to walk against the arrows? Did you ask someone for help and did they, without turning to face you, say only "Follow the arrows"? Did you wonder why the store smelled like cinnamon buns?
I know we were there because the furniture (which I love) is sitting in our sunroom but it all seems like a dream...like I've got post-traumatic-IKEA-syndrome or something.