I love Ikea too much for my own good. We did a quick trip this morning because I was getting my seasonal itch to decorate and they were having a Memorial Day tax-free weekend. Mostly I purchased candle holders, a few kitchen things, and some pillows for the sofas ($3 each, and they aren't that lumpy, and I didn't mind having to buy the casing separately). The one semi-big purchase was a new coffee table. We've been using a hand-me-down from Stefan's mom, which was trusty but didn't quite fit in with the rest of the room. Bonus, and newly learned: paying with your debit card = getting a voucher back worth one percent of your total for the next shopping trip.
The day I have a full-blown Ikeaized closet will be the day I will be utterly content.
One more Swedish thing – saw King of Ping Pong last night via SIFF. I'd file it under the Good But I Probably Won't Watch It A Second Time category. The language really is lovely to listen to, though. And Wild Strawberries (yes, also Swedish) is sitting about five feet away from me right now, begging to be fed to the DVD player. I'm already a fan of Ingmar Bergman, but this is the clip of this particular film that solidified my desire to watch it.