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| - IKEA is like a real-life Highlights Magazine.
Bring to recollection the hidden pictures, where there was a tricycle veiled in the branches of a tree or in this case the perfect end table masked by all of that ambient furniture strewn about like the open end of a freshly packed U-haul, using your parsing abilities to determine that those lime green furnishings match all of your college furniture exactly.
Then we have our Goofus and Gallant twads traipsing around the place causing the do-gooders headaches by snatching cheap wares because they saw it first, or bouncing on the couches to see if it meets the durability quotients of their friends who might, someday, crash on it.
The Timbertoes would love all of that cheap, pressed wood; no threat to their family, Spot and Splinter included
As the magazine itself crows, IKEA is "fun with a purpose". This is a cheap, but decadent playground for adults seeking some faux-shag accessories and duvets and pizza cutters for 50c. I can't say that I don't participate willingly. Occasionally you find a gem that, as The Dude would adjudicate, 'really ties the room together.'
Glad its here in Phoenix.
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