I love to shop - as my bank account can attest. In my teens I could take twenty bucks and spend the whole day at the mall (admittedly it was more fun when I had more than twenty bucks). It is the whole process that I love, although certainly the purchasing is fun too.
But, I have to say, I have never once thought: I am having so much fun that I wish I could just sleep here so I could get a quick start tomorrow.
And yet, I'm a bit jealous that the first Ikea hostel, allowing one to sleep over at Ikea, is in Norway. Hopefully the idea will catch on enough to head over here long enough for me to test it out. Just once. After all, their meatballs are really good.