I spent the day at IKEA, since I needed cardboard boxes for moving purposes and also have a Dutch friend visiting for a few days and what better place to go to than the worlds largest IKEA? You can’t get more Swedish than that. We had a good time and I got some good things but oh wow between the cold weather and the experience that is That IKEA I’m pretty exhausted. There’s a reason why they call IKEA the killer of relationships!
There was a lot of IKEA in that paragraph.
As a swede, That Store is a source for mixed feelings. On the one hand, it’s a source of cheap and durable furniture (I still have fully functional book cases from when I was 7 or 8) that come in many colours and designs, on the other the founder of IKEA was a nazi sympathiser once upon a time and I’m sure there’s a lot to discuss about labour conditions and the ramifications of cheap mass production. The best thing to come out of IKEA (aside from perhaps Billy the bookcase) is something I assume most people outside of Sweden don’t even know exist. Heck, I wouldn’t be surprised if most swedes missed it or forgot that it happened, like a flash in the night.
Ladies and gentlemen. Let me introduce you to… the IKEA musical.