Blurbs from the Burbs by Chickysara

A few weeks ago, I decided that J needed a new dresser for his bedroom—something chic and European…something from Ikea! I had heard things about Ikea, like how you can buy an entire roomful of furniture for what you’d for pay a TV tray at Ethan Allen, AND…that they have a cafeteria where they serve Swedish meatballs with mashed potatoes for like six bucks! Cheap furniture and meatballs? Ding-Ding-Ding! Jackpot! Like most Americans, I was immediately dazzled by the stylishly appointed little “rooms” at Ikea. I was overcome with a sudden urge to throw out all of my fussy custom-upholstered chairs and sofas and replace them with sleek vinyl chaises and Swedish beanbag chairs. But I was there to buy a dresser and it was time to get down to business. This is when the dazzle begins to wear off. To get to the dresser, I am forced to wander through a maze like a lab rat searching for cheese. At last, the dresser is found. Now to find pencil and paper to write down the mysterious location of ...