I really missed out on a great purchase at Ikea. This Broccoli man hanging wall pouch would have looked great in my college apartment.
Ikea was overwhelming and impressive. Annie, Ashley, and I took the ferry over to Ikea Island last Sunday to explore and see what all the talk was about. Ikea felt like a different planet, where furniture is the only thing that matters. The warehouse had arrows pointing us in one direction, like mules being shuffled through a foreign land of plywood and microfiber.
While I didn’t buy anything (except a hotdog at the food court- duh) I will say I did steal a fork and knife from the cafeteria.