It’s Not Beauty, but

I couldn’t help laughing about the fact that Ikea opened it’s doors in Brooklyn today. God help those New Yorkers who are probably right now experiencing the Ikea home wrecker effect…..I’ve never known a couple to leave Ikea still on speaking terms. Being caught on the interminable loop of Ikea is the almost the closest I’ve ever been to shopping hell. The absolute closest is being in the warehouse downstairs discovering that none of the items I want to buy are in stock. And that’s after I’ve put myself through a lunch of greasy meatballs covered in a milky sauce with a side of jam. Why. Just, why?