I have been known to make slightly snarky comments about Ikea in the past. It has been placed in the same category of my brain as those ubiquitous condos, south congress, modern-design houses, yuppie coffee shops, and the like. And there is some justification to that placement. But somewhere in the back of my head, I always kind of wanted to see what the big deal was. Plus no one can deny that the furniture and all is nicely priced. So I caved, and I made the trek to Ikea. And God help me, I liked it.
What really sealed the deal was that my parents were visiting, they drove down here in a van, and my dad is uncomplaining about assembling things. If your dad would drive you to Ikea, load all your purchases in his van, and then spend an hour and a half putting them together, I think you'd decide to go there too.
So, I got a Poang chair and ottoman (how the hell do you pronounce that anyway?). It is majorly comfy, although I think it could be the only Ikea chair that is made to fit a lengthy gal. Most of those chairs are weird things that only smaller people could fit in, and even then they wouldn't be all that comfy.
And I got two "Billy" bookcase thingies (at least I can pronounce that) in which to store the extensive movie collection of Dr. M.
In addition, I scored two antique Danish chairs from my aunt at Easter, and I bought this awesome green, be-skulled loteria plate from the HEB for $6! It was a very materialistic weekend, but I hadn't bought much of anything all year so I think its okay. Now I need to go on an acquisition fast for a few months and calm this buying urge down.