I Dream of Sweden

I dream about IKEA a lot.

I dream about driving there.  (The nearest one is about an hour away from my house.)

I dream about navigating the store.

I dream about lignonberry juice and elderberry syrup.

I dream of a clean, spare life, somewhere in Sweden.

I dream of hanging out with ABBA, circa 1976.

Yes, I do.

Comments

[Christiane]

I'd love to go, but I draw the line at the foil outfit!

[Laura Matheny]

I am lucky -- there's one IKEA that's about 30 minutes from my house, and another that's about 45 minutes from my house. No ABBA sightings, though. :-)