Yesterday was the grand opening of the new IKEA store in my area. Of course, as you may recall, Wednesdays are for quilting. However, the Hungry Quilters decided that an opportunity to visit the true “happiest place on earth” on it’s opening day could not be missed. So, we all piled into the Suburban and headed out.
I was anticipating huge traffic jams and overflowing parking lots. I was sure we would be turned away before we could even get close enough to see the blue and yellow IKEA glow. I figured we’d be sipping martinis in a local restaurant and not shopping. I was so wrong.
The traffic, while congested, flowed along. There were parking attendants with light sticks all over the place, showing me the way and they even found me a parking spot big enough for the Suburban. About 20 feet from the entrance. I kid you not. The courtesy and professionalism of the people organizing this shindig was a refreshing change from some other grand openings I’ve attended.
Have you even been to an IKEA? This place is huge. Huge like an amusement park. Two stories – one for the showroom and one for the marketplace. The showroom includes everything from furniture and storage solutions to refrigerators and stoves. They have dishes and lamps and sheets and fabric(!) and food (Swedish meatballs!) and candles and baskets and toys and curtains and beds. They have a round bed. Blogless Sharon and Lois and I just couldn’t resist the round bed. Hey, it had been a long day and we needed a rest.
The funniest part of the night was when I was looking at some portable closets. They were pretty fancy with drawers and baskets and sliding doors. There was even a gliding pants rack that pulled out. Sharon took one look at it and declared it perfect for yarn and roving storage and noted how the pants rack would be ideal for drying skeins of handspun yarn. I nearly busted a gut over that one. But, dude. She was right.
It was definitely sensory overload. However, I managed to rise to the occasion and get a little shopping done. See? Here’s the wagon.
Now, in my defense, that’s also the haul from Blogless Sharon and Lois. But, yeah, most of it is mine. As Debbie and Wendy said when they were bagging my items, when Carole shops, boy, she really shops. Hee.
Wait’ll you see what arrived yesterday from Halycon.