PAX

Death by IKEA

IKEA Dietlikon

Have been spending a lot of time worshipping at the shrine of middle-class “lifestyle solutions” that is IKEA. Uuuuuuggghhhhhh

The worst thing is, when you look around the store and feel chuffed that you already have that table! (therefore do not have to buy it now) and those stools! Oh and there’s our chest of drawers… I see they do them  in red now.

The worst thing is when you look around your house and 50-80% of your furniture is IKEA. Or looks like it is.

The worst thing is when you’re trotting back there merrily planning to buy another PAX wardrobe ‘because the last one really fit most of our stuff’ but you had to leave it behind because it was too big to move and it would have fallen apart anyway. Besides, now you need a slightly different PAX to suit/fit your new bedroom.

The worst thing is visiting your new neighbours and seeing that their homes are all decked out in IKEA too.

The worst thing is realising that even the kitchen in the new apartment is probably an IKEA one.

The worst thing is wondering who, how or what is the evil genius that’s gained such a stranglehold on our interior spaces. What does it mean that we’re increasingly living (and working and eating) in places that look roughly THE SAME because it’s just so cheap(ish) and seems to cater to all those storage and organisation needs you didn’t even know you had? And those meatballs, yum!

The worst thing is it’s not even worth buying “real” furniture for stacks more money because modern life = moving around and it’s so much trickier to take it with you and who knows if it will even fit your new home / lifestyle?

The worst thing is IKEA. I’m going back again this weekend.