Sweden o' the Mall

Ikea is basically a poor man's Pottery Barn. Impossible levels of charm and organization. Ikea also has meatballs while Pottery Barn has foolishly opted not to provide snacks.

I usually head to Ikea with a head full of amazing ideas and possibilities. Then I wander around for a few hours, become overwhelmed with all the choices, lose the tiny pencil they give you to take notes on where to find the items you want/need in the vast warehouse the size of Sweden, and come home with a black picture frame or a new ladle in some color that matches nothing in my house but would work well if I lived in a cool SoHo loft (which I do not). This time, however, I had a Plan.  GirlWonder needed a new light fixture - something "funky" and "cool."

There is only one word for that: Ikea!

Admiring the Meatballs. (She actually ordered a salad because she REFUSES TO FOLLOW RULES).

No Idea what these are but they appear to be very well stocked.

Oh, a Snake Back Scratcher (?) Of course! (?) You really can't ever have too many of those.

Yes. This appears Funky Enough.

This is how they fool you into thinking that if you just put all your clutter behind glass front cabinets it becomes Art. The Swedes are a sneaky people.

She had to have him. We call him Woody. Just like all the other people who have ever purchased this ever. 

Still love that light.

Some (read: all) assembly required. You can tell by the placement of my feet that I am an integral part of this process.

Also makes a lovely headpiece.