Epistles to Ikea - #3 new shelves

Epistles to Ikea, 3


Dear Ikea,

I'm sorry I haven't written in a while. I've been busy.

Anyway, I wanted to thank you for the wonderfully arranged showroom. It made me want to grow up and have my own apartment again so that I could arrange a black, white and red retro-60s kitchen and a purple living room. My parents were also grateful for this inspiration, however ephemeral it was.

I'm sorry that I wasn't able to view your entire efforts. My sister was my furniture-lifter and was desperate to get home to watch the finals of "American Idol," which was airing on the night of my visit. That's why we had to take the short- cut to the exit after the shelving units section.

I was most intrigued by the first floor, which we ran through because it was approaching 8 PM. I can't wait until I finally receive my first paycheck from the job I've been working at for the last month and a half. Maybe I'll buy wedding presents from your vast stock of kitschy kitchen supplies.

Well, that's all I have time for now. I'm writing about what I think is my most favorite thing next: the concession stand.

With love,

your Brigitta