If we had an Ikea in Denver, I might be a little more blasé about shopping there, but I just love the place. Love. It.
On my once-a year-visit I don't let myself get excited about big stuff (if I can't carry it, I can't have it), but I always get a new duvet cover and some kind of kitchen thing. I have a plate of meatballs in the restaurant. And I like to stop in the little food market on the way out. Because you never know what those crazy Swedes will come up with next.
Pasta elks, anyone?
Wow. What a random animal to have pastafied...ReplyDelete