The months between posting are because I've lost the joys of Photoshop since moving to the salty city. I rather miss doing this blog, and feel the need to post something I fell in love with just today: IKEA!!!!!!!!!!!
Consider me one of the converted, because I think there is no better place in the world. I've never wanted to live in a cramped apartment more in my life. How great would it be to have a bed, couch, TV, kitchen, and bathroom, all fully equipped, in under 250 square feet? I'm completely fascinated by the concept and want to move into a wee flat to test the Ikea way of life.
Also, Ikea is great because it makes me seriously consider things I'd never thought of before. For instance, what if I decided to have a murder-mystery party one day? Surely, such a party requires ice cubes in the shape of puzzle pieces. Ikea, among many other awesome things, has my back on puzzle piece-shaped ice cube trays. Also, what if I needed to attend a mask ball? Where would I turn for such a gala event? Ikea, again, offers me all I need, providing me with all the goofy insect and animals masks required for a gala masked ball.
Ikea's final degree of awesomeness comes from the service it extends to the world's young, broke, and stylish: Ikea offers ownership in the adult world. No longer an owner of only clothing and the odd electronic device, I now own a lamp. A lamp of my very own, a lamp which symbolizes a passage into a new world full of nine-to-five jobs, tiny apartments begging to be filled with stylish, yet practical furnishing, and murder mystery parties which need planning.
