MYSA SÄSONG

As a frequent past time my husband and I like to follow arrows painted on the floor of Ikea that lead us like rats in a maze to a most "efficient" dinner of meatballs and gravy (Mmmm gravy). My husband being the vegetarian indulges in the kids meal Mac-n-cheese , where by one can feast for only a dollar drink included (a very strange Swedish economy, how do they do it?) . On one of last trips we purchased the MYSA SÄSONG comforter. Now I do not know what special deal the Swedes have with NASA, with the memory foam mattress and what have you, but this light weight super downy, soft comforter goes from cool to fucking inferno in less than 20mins, it must be secretly lined with the thermo-tiles for the space shuttle or those Mylar blankets they give to marathon runners. Now what you must understand is on any given day my body temperature is barely above that of someone recently deceased. So I know if I should ever be forced to flee my home and move to the frozen tundra where by I will be able to have only one possession I will be sure to thank Ikea for keeping my staring ass warm.