Yeay, IKEA. It's worth the drive (although, I like to drive and I like our Volvo), it's worth the loooooohoong walk through a maze of a department store, it is worth carrying heavy, brown and flat boxes that are impossible to get a good grip on. As long as you come out the other end with the things you went to look for in the first place, and not just a bunch of cheap napkins.
We drove out there to buy a mattress, sheets, a pillow and a drawer, all for Hilda.
Only two hours later, we were back at our apartment, with a mattress, sheets, a pillow and a drawer.
Give me Hilda.
