New chair from IKEA.I'm almost as IKEA-phobic as Lauren Henderson's detective Sam Jones. The IKEA experience might be easier if the little food store downstairs sold Absolut and if you could actually stop off there first instead of being routed up an escalator and through every single display before the ride (powered by your feet) stops at the cash registers on the first floor about 3 miles from where you came in. After spending that much time in that vast expanse of saddeningly flimsy furniture, there was no way I was leaving empty-handed. Purchased the chair (original purpose was a chair, if not that exact one, but it all worked out) and some candles. Each time I've been to IKEA, I get the tealights.
I'm so afraid that the next time I'm in there, my brain will completely short-circuit from the sensory overload that place induces. An even more frightening possibility is that I'll buy one of these pillows.
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