Maura and The Do-It-Yourself

Today I build a bed. I go to Ikea with Emma, walk around the bedroom area and after evaluating the various models by pros and cons, stability, size and color of the structure, we choose a wonderful MALM. White single bed that is always fashionable, high headboard really comfortable for young readers, two beautiful drawers for keeping all the “secrets” which I promise to never open. After the bed section, Emma dives on all the mattresses in the furniture exhibition. She bounces, stretches out, tries to get to the side and then to her favorite sleep position, belly down with the butt up. I never understood how she can sleep like this. In the end, the choice falls on a

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Shanghai: If The Swedes Knew It

Today after so long I did not go I went to Ikea. I needed the Koken, a couple of Tillsluta and of course some Jämka. Don’t worry, it’s not the usual post that talks about unimaginable names and women in the assembly line. I would like to dedicate myself to the custom, because if Ikea is the same worldwide, the client is not. I arrived on the spot five minutes before 10am. Outside I find a sea of faces waiting in front of the glass door of the entrance. I line up in a row with this thought: “I will not have decided to come right on the day of the super promotions of the Billy bookcase or the Backabro

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