I’m going to be a cup-half-full-er with regard to Mark Malkoff’s recent shenanigan. His move into Ikea was clearly the realization of one of my dreams, harking back to one of my favorite childhood books, From the Mixed Up Files of Mrs. Basil E. Frankweiler. In this book, two precocious New England kids run away to the Metropolitan Museum of Art. By day they enter the mix of school group tours, by night they bathe in the fountains and nestle themselves under the covers of antique beds.
Mark Malkoff is living the dream (as opposed to stealing the fabulous idea) I have each time I walk through the alluring domestic scenes of Ikea-land.
