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| - So... this was my first IKEA I visited, even though there are two I could go to in Chicago (well, out in the burbs...It's sort of a trek without a car). After browsing the catalogs for a couple of years now, all I can say is...eh, it's okay. Honestly, I did find most of the stuff nice, and they do a decent job arranging items so you can picture how you can utilize your apt. space. All the little knick-knacks and random things you wouldn't think would look nice gave me some ideas of what I wanted and needed to get for my place. My mom was seriously impressed with the store and wished there was a location near Louisiana. Helloooo IKEA, are you taking notes? [[EDIT: There are two or three in TX. I forgot. Those are sort of close by.]]
The maze thing? Really? Do I really have to go with the arrows? My brother, who practically lived in IKEA while he was furnishing his own place, made sure I followed it. No, he's not the IKEA police as I had called him out on it. In the end, I left with nothing because (a) I didn't feel like shipping stuff to me; (b) I'll possibly go to the one closer to me anyway; and (c) they were closing in 20 minutes.
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