Saturday, March 3, 2012

trügen schmügen

I hate IKEA. Yes, I know, I can hear all the gasping from my throng of IKEA-loving friends right now, but I'm not ashamed to admit it. IKEA and I are incompatible. Fighting with the half-assembled loft bed snickering behind me on its smug little Swedish-exclusive parts has something to do with it, but there's more.

1. Once you enter IKEA, you are committed to IKEA. I've only been one time and it was with three small children in tow [see above], and a stroller. BIG mistake. It was like being trapped in a weird Groundhog Day-esque series of tiny little houses for years. I thought Ibis wasn't going to make it out alive. Call me claustrophobic.

2. We were there to purchase a cutting board. In spite of IKEA's Swedish claims, the cutting board we bought was made in China. I could have gone to Wal-Mart for that.

3. Yesterday we bought a cute little IKEA loft bed for Coral, and I figured we were okay on the whole I hate IKEA stance since it was "pre-owned" and we didn't have to go there. Got the thing home and it was missing six of the special dowel nuts that hold it together. Guess who uses dowel nuts pretty much exclusively? IKEA.

4. I hate meatballs.

update: we went to IKEA today and they gave us the replacement hardware for free, which was pretty cool; thankfully we had a store within driving distance

update update: I still hate meatballs


Anonymous said...

I didn't know you hated meatballs ;P

Lala said...

I hate ikea aisles and mazes , but they have so many cute cheap things. And you can't see anyone's butt hanging out like you can at Walmart. I hate Walmart. I never had their meatballs, but their cinnamon rolls are pretty good.