339/366: wonderland

by Georgia


Sometimes on rainy days, we head down to Ikea for a day of climbing furniture, running the halls, playing with toys, eating in the child-friendly cafeteria, and meeting other kids whose parents have brought them there to do the exact same thing. Before having a child, I never realized that Ikea’s true purpose is not as a purveyor of cheap, build-your-own, junk. Ikea is actually much more like Disney-Land minus the terrifying costumed characters, long lines, and crowds. Ikea is my rainy-day oasis.