Ikea

Let me start off by saying that I love shopping, like any other girl. So finally being allowed to go shopping for furniture and home decor seemed like a dream come true! Boy, was I wrong! After two gruesome days in Ikea I've learned a few things:

1. Never, and I repeat NEVER, go shopping at Ikea during the weekend. 
Even if you think you really need to, please try to find another way. It is by far the busiest time to hit Ikea, especially a few days before Christmas. Suddenly people think it's a "fun activity" to just walk around aimlessly and buy nothing. Very nice indeed, if it was not for the few people who actually want to buy crap (like me!) who get hopelessly stuck in the mob traffic. It was very tempting to shove my cart in the ankles of some ignorant loitering people.
2. After spending one full day in Ikea, Ikea is no longer "fun". 
So try to postpone going back in there for at least a week, and don't go back in the next day like I did. Especially if you are taking someone with you. Trust me, you will no longer like them and they will no longer like you. If you want to make an enemy or loose a friend (both metaphorically and literally, I lost my mom twice in the crowd) go to Ikea. It's like the Scandinavian equivalent of a Dementor.
3. Because of Ikea I no longer want kids (or at least want to postpone the idea for at least 5 years). 
In my opinion Ikea is the best contraceptive in the world. The amount of annoying non-buying-standing-in-the-way-people is only exceeded by the amount of kids. Why do people take their kids to Ikea?! For the love of God! Why?!
4. You always spend more than you think.
Holy shit did I almost shit my pants at the check out! Where the hell did that number come from?! I may be living in an absolutely fabulous (fully Ikea) decorated house, but I will not be able to buy food for the next 4 weeks. Noodles it is...

And you know what the worst thing is? I still have to carry everything up three flights of stairs and assemble it! Shit!