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I have been to the mountain....
AND I HAVE SEEN THE FACE OF GOD.
AND GOD IS SWEDISH.
Oh.
My.
God.
We were there when they opened the doors at ten this morning.
We sat at Steak & Shake at 1:00 p.m.
waiting for a waitress to notice us
and as I looked into the faces
of my mother and my child
I realized...
we had just endured quite possibly the most traumatic experience of our lives.
I swear to you, they looked like they'd just seen a tornado.
And the tornado was red, and black, and silver and white
with purple
and green
and strange floral prints.
At least I think they were floral.
My mother will NEVER set foot in another IKEA.
EVER.
Personally?
I can't wait to go back.
Ohmygod.
By the by. I have SHITLOADS to tell you people. But my daughter is still washing IKEA out of her hair, and I need to get her out of the shower. It's been 30 minutes already.
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And you would love the conservatory, it's Victorian, and has gorgeous architecture. I'm going to post some of that this evening I think. I thought of you while snapping pics there.