After a long hiatus, we are finally (somewhat) back in house organizing mode, so we went to Ikea to pick up another bookshelf for our sitting area (it’s what we’re calling it for now since the space just has 3 chairs and 2 bookshelves) and a new cover for the couch in our den.
Have you ever met those people who, when moving into their first grown-up house, exclaim that they are done with Ikea furniture and will only buy ‘real’ furniture? Well, we aren’t those people. I love Ikea. I love the catalog. I love the scent profile that they use. I love exploring the tiny apartments they set up (under 350sq’!), I love their Swedish meatballs (so much so that I was raving about how amazing they were to some friends to the point where they finally just went to eat meatballs so I would shut up about it). Whatever Ikea is selling, I’m already sold. I’m totally their target customer.
And yes, I know there have been some Ikea flops in the past — like the armoir that weighed about 500lbs when assembled and was so top heavy the legs snapped. And the cheap modern table that we used as our dining room table for years whose veneer bubbled up the moment water touched its precious top. And lets not forget the stupid desk that never stopped wobbling until it finally just broke. But for all those Ikea duds, we have quite a few pieces that have survived for many years through many moves, in particular, the WORST MOVERS EVER. It’s a bit hit or miss, but after being on photo shoots for a very large, very well-known, supposedly high-end furniture retailer for many years, I know that expensive doesn’t always mean better.
PS: Apparently nobody shops at Ikea on Friday night. We were in heaven.
PPS: I totally just jinxed myself: we put together our bookshelf today and realized one of the legs was shorter than the other. Love Ikea.