I’ve been told that this is one of the weirdest things about me. I’m not going to say that I disagree, but I definitely don’t think that’s completely accurate. I think there are much weirder things about me.
When I was younger, starting probably during my senior year of high school (the first time I went to Ikea), I got this idea that by owning a POÄNG chair, my life would be… not perfect. But somehow I would never have to worry about anything if I had a POÄNG. Little things, yes. Not big picture problems though. I have no idea where this came from. No. I think I know where the idea came from. It’s a pretty popular chair, and has been in the Ikea collection for years. My family is good friends with some people who had one for close to twenty years. That’s kind of a long time. I think I’d probably seen it on TV shows or in movies. I’m sure it was used on an episode or two of Trading Spaces. I used to watch a lot of Trading Spaces when it was more popular. Then I realized I wasn’t a middle-aged woman and stopped (also it got less interesting and more shrill). That’s how I got the idea. I just don’t know why I got the idea.
