Ikea is an anthropologist's dream come true. Step into another universe where you find furniture with nonsense names, people reading signs that lead you throughout the store, making you think you are exitng, when you are not. No short cut give aways, but long promenades to get to the end.
My husband despises Ikea.
I love it.
I find it fascinating and I also like buying cool looking stuff for great prices. My kid's room is all Ikea and it is super cool and functional. Bookcases for the diseased book lovers that we are: yup. Corner office piece that looks expensive, but isn't and gives our office so much more room? Sitting at it right now.
And finally, I have furnished my entire tutoring center with Ikea furniture. Soup to nuts.
It rocks. And it's kinda weird, who wouldn't love that?