This is not at all timely, except I ride past it all the time. I really like IKEA. I really do. I like the merchandise and the Swedish meatballs. Our location doesn't open until this fall. Now I have something to look forward to besides my allergies. There's the part where IKEA is Swedish, but that doesn't bother me at all. I am somewhat obsessed with Sweden. No, I'm not Swedish, but British with a bit of Dutch and Native American. “Where,” you are probably wondering, “is her melanin?” I have wanted to know that my whole life. H&M is Swedish, too. So are Volvos. I want a Volvo convertible. I don't know why, but I really do. I want to wait until I'm better, of course. Once IKEA opens, I plan to be there a lot. Lucky for me, my caregiver shares my penchant for shopping there. My husband keeps saying, “Oh no,” every time he passes by. He likes it, too, so don't let him fool you. Stockholm is only the most expensive city in the world yet IKEA is inexpensive. In general, I have expensive taste. I, however, do like IKEA. And for the record I have tried to reign in my taste and failed. It's innate. And I didn't win the HGTV Dream Home... again. Almost every year, except when I am having a stroke or something. At least I can always go to IKEA.