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| - The thing I respect most about IKEA is the standardization. I mean, you KNOW what you're getting into when you enter through the royal blue/sunshine yellow doors:
-tiny pencils with paper and measuring tape
-plastic totes (reused) for stashing treasures along the way
-the teasing smell of Swedish meatballs with light cinnamon notes (cinnamon rolls). Somewhere in there comes an aroma of pressboard and cardboard boxes.
-voices. Lots of them. From ppl of different heights and backgrounds. * Yes, they have a children's play area for entertainment purposes.
-the huge, strategically-placed labyrinth that awaits ahead
Now, either you can become utterly overwhelmed and bust into a 180 and high-tail it back to your automobile in fear, OR you can embrace the IKEA culture and design and make the best of your experience. If you choose the latter, I suggest being in a fairly good mood and not be in a hurry. And, jazzed to decorate your dwelling, etc.
They always seem to have cutting-edge designs (think modern/contemporary) along with other styles in their furniture, bedding, textiles, lighting, etc. Since I love the modern look, I'm a fan.
Quality is so-so. Yes, their shit breaks sometimes. But they're cheap. I mean really cheap. I mean, what do you ppl want anyways? You know what you're getting into... right? Plus don't expect to carry out a fully-assembled piece of furniture. It's all needing assembly. But, look at the bright side - maybe you'll get more joy out of the furniture since your paws put it together??
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