I ruined it. I killed the surprise. Rather than patiently waiting for the new Ikea catalog to come out- I viewed the online edition. There’s something so sweet about getting the latest Ikea catalog and flipping through it the first time and imagining myself in the rooms. It’s the only time I indulge my old dreams of Europe (and in particular, Germany). I think about tea and Silke and down comforters engulfed in beautiful duvet covers, old door knobs, brötchen, Nutella, cheese, chocolate, Weinachtsfest, Glühwein, Döner Kabobs, Kinder Eier, Stephan Remmler, etc… So I live vicariously through the Ikea catalog. Except I didn’t do that with the online version. Oh well.