My Trip To Heaven. Oh, I Mean Ikea.

It was like a warmth that washed over my body and this time it wasn't because of a potty-training accident.  No, this time, it was accompanied by angels singing and birds chirping.  I think I saw a deer prancing merrily alongside a rabbit.

I went to Ikea.  The closest one is over two hours from where I live.  I had to pay a toll along the way.  It was totally worth it.

I've never been to one before.  Again, because the closest one is over two hours away.  Did I mention that it was worth the trip?

I asked if I could live there. They said no.

I asked how long I could sit here until they asked me to leave.  They said 'closing time'.

I asked how long I could nap here and they said 'the store record is three hours.' I could beat that.

I love this pillow, it's such a happy pattern. Unfortunately for me, today I'm only here for 'practical and necessary', not 'happy'.

I love this. I would tell you why, but one shouldn't explain art.

Hello fellow Ikea shopper! Let's link arms and skip through the furniture warehouse.

I needed this.  I didn't know where I would put it or what I would do with it, but I'm sure I needed it.

I wept when I got here.

When I got to this one, a nice lady gave me a tissue to clean up my sobbing.

I laid on this.  Oh, yes I did.

This is quite roomy, but not roomy enough to fit yourself in.  I found out the hard way.

A crafter's dream, boxes and boxes of frames.  Delicious.

I couldn't love these little lanterns more.  They aren't available online, so scoop them up on your next trip.  Tell them I love them.

Come back tomorrow to see what I did buy and what I made from it.  I'll give you a hint: it's awesome.