duvet dismay a.k.a. the shimmer dimmer

I took a trip to IKEA today.  You know, I really love IKEA.  I even applied to work at IKEA.  If I have to work part-time this fall I might as well do it at a place with a cool name like IKEA, or Costco.  I've been reading the catalog that came last week from cover to cover, coveting every page.  It's not a bad gig here, in the corner bedroom of my parents house, but there's only so much I can do with a bed, 10 square feet of carpet, and mother who refuses to paint the walls anything other than drab.  I haven't checked, but I'm pretty sure the can is actually labeled dismal drab.  We don't see eye to eye when it comes to walls, or anything that gets put inside a house.  When I mentioned that IKEA was hiring she eyed the catalog in my hands and said, "I wouldn't put any of that in my house if you paid me!".   It didn't really have anything to do with my lack of employment, but she got her point across.  Then today my sister brought home a $5 cupcake print apron and my mom decided she might like IKEA after all.   In 10 seconds she thought of 10 uses she has for a $5 cupcake apron.

"Only five dollars?!"  

(How many times do you think I can type "IKEA" before it just gets weird?)

I was in search of a duvet cover.  I needed a new one, and I had to get my IKEA fix somehow.  Picking anything out at IKEA is not an easy task.  There's so many choices and bins and... choices.  In the end it came down to the $10 kind of cute one and the $30 perfect one.  It was white with a faded floral print and slight shimmer.  As in, the cover itself just sort of shimmers.  Who says no to a slight shimmer?  Not this girl, that's for sure! 

Getting a duvet inside a cover is another not-so-easy task.  By the end I had worked up a sweat.  A shimmery sweat.  As I poured a Pomegranate flavored Crystal Light packet into my water bottle I turned to admire the shimmer once more.  This story is starting to get very predictable.  The next few seconds seemed to play out in slow motion as I shook my wrist and the lid popped off spraying blood red juice EVERYWHERE.  I was in such shock that I didn't even think to take a picture before I removed the cover and ran to the laundry room.  I worked my way from one corner to the next, scrubbing each splat of red.  An hour later I put it in the wash.  An hour after that I took it out, and found 3 yellow spots from the red spots I had missed.  Three horribly boring scrubbing stories later... my duvet cover is currently in the dryer.  I'm hoping for a full recovery, but I know this is only wishful thinking.


Stupid shimmery white more expensive duvet cover that looked like something a European Princess would cover her duvet with.  I should have gone with blue.  Who did I think I was?  A European Princess? ALWAYS CHOOSE THE BLUE!!