We've just returned from a trek to IKEA, so what could be more apropos for a Fab Friday?
I heart IKEA.
I feel fortunate that we live so close now - only 45 minutes each way (with no traffic). My previous two homes were (respectively) 4 hours and 2 hours from the nearest IKEA. Not so conducive to a quick pop-in for a cinnamon roll and incredibly inexpensive furniture.
The critical point to IKEA is that you have to be aware of what you're getting.
Good design - check
Low prices - check
A daylong trip through a complex maze of overwhelming choices - check
An armoire that will last through 4 moves and 15 years - not so much.
I don't mind IKEA because I am realistic about what it is: reasonably priced, decently designed, and neutral enough to fit into almost any apartment or rental home. I don't shed too many tears when my dining room table is scarred during a move, or get irritated when I melt a kids plastic plate in the dishwasher. I am handy enough to sand and stain away any scratches or liven up an ultra-inexpensive table with decoupage and paint.
So IKEA, here's to you and your oddly addictive Swedish meatballs. It's clear to me why your founder is the world's richest man.
PS - I will post about the move later in the week. We are still knee deep in boxes, hex screws, and stinkiness.