You know about the secret microchip, right? The one that activates the secret signal that draws me to Ikea? Yeah, that one. So today, off we went.
Mom wanted to buy me a lamp,you see, and good daughters let their mamas buy them lamps. And since it'd been a few weeks since I'd make the great pilgrimage, I decided it was time. Besides, someone needs to keep those bespectacled, black-clad Swedish designers in business. Otherwise, how will they afford lingonberry jam and pickled herring?
So, we got our lamp (Thanks, Ma!)and then, across a crowded room, I saw this.
I mean, really, how CUTE is that tray? Doesn't it just say to you, "Hi, I am an adorable tray, free to be used for oh-so-many purposes. Or just to be admired. Love me. Buy me. I am only 8 bucks." Well, it said that to me, at least. It makes me happy just to look at it. Let's see that again, shall we?
When I saw it, I was like those seagulls in Finding Nemo. "Mine. Mine. Mine! MINE!" Becky shares my love for Ikea, so we emailed her a picture and then tormented her via text message about it. And these little bowls were the cherry on top.
They didn't actually speak to me, but they are super-cute as well. Mine! (Don't you love how I artfully arranged them? I think I'm gonna start me one of them fancy design blogs!)
Then it poured rain, we fought through some major crowds to get to the car, and Grace screamed all they way home. (Dad said if Grace had possessed nuclear capabilities at that moment, we'd have all been blown off the planet.) But my little bird tray made it all better. Bliss. Calm in the storm. Not bad for 8 bucks!