Margaret does, apparently. I've wondered about all those weird names. It's kind of nice to know there's a method to the madness. I remember first seeing an Ikea store when I started traveling to Houston lo these many years ago. I was entranced. The mystique has worn off somewhat by now (actually, I think I was ruined for life when we bought our sofa, which has since been joined by a morris chair and ottoman, with plans for a bed, dining table and chairs, and who knows what else) but it's still a fun place. If you can find somewhere to park, that is.