I spent more time at IKEA this autumn than any person in their right mind ought to. But I did finally decide on the book shelves and sideboard that I needed for my apartment. For the first time in my life, though, I had IKEA deliver and assemble the furniture for me. My days of personally wrasslin' with an allen key are SO over.
You can get damn near anything at IKEA, it's true.
I must have walked a million miles inside that bloody store. The sheer size of it is the main reason I never go to IKEA unless I absolutely have to.
Their furniture looks good even though it's not solid wood. Or solid anything, really.
But putting it together? No wonder people want to murder someone once they've finished assembling IKEA furniture . . . .
Even Santa's gone IKEA. Saves him a bundle on labour costs.