I shouldn’t really hate Ikea, and I’m a hypocrite for doing so, but I can’t help it.
I live near a store and over the last 12 months it has been invaluable for buying cheap functional attractive furniture for my new flat. Especially when it came to a new sofa, as we couldn’t get anything of decent size through the door and round the hallway. A build your self (and later dismantle yourself) sofa was the ideal solution.
But every trip destroys my will to live, and a visit yesterday was no different. As the minutes roll buy and I walked my way around the store the need for home furnishings dwindled, my energy was drained and the craving to escape rose to unbearable levels.
When we got back at home all was well again, We surveyed the nice new things we’d brought and began putting them together.
This post by swissmiss from blank is like blank sums it up perfectly for me.
I know one day I’ll have to go again.
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