Yesterday Ikea turned 21, if only one of us really did have the key to the door so we could lock it shut and vow never ever to return there.
Ikea is the only store that I can think of where people will shlep miles to a part of the country they would never normally step foot in to inevitably have a vicious argument with a loved one, lose the list with all the codes on half way round (along with the will to live) and generally have a soul destroying weekend before going back to work the next day. And why have we endured this for 21 years? Because the temptation of a set of drawers for the same price as a Starbucks is just too tempting.
When we walk around the show home section it’s easy to forget that we will have to *make* this furniture ourselves when we finally get the stuff back to our homes, the instructions and pieces being as useful as being given an axe in the middle of a forest and being told in a heavy Swedish accent to make a computer desk. And of course we haven’t planned how we will exactly get all the flat pack boxes back to our homes but that’s another story.
We have literally spilled our blood for this place, all so that our neighbours can come round and go ‘Oh is that from Ikea? We have that in birch’, just as half your street probably has.
If you have ever made a trip to the blue and yellow warehouse then you will enjoy this incredibly accurate article by Matt Rudd from The Times. It is nice to know that I am not the only one who has damaged a vehicle by forcing in one more box of
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